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Queen of Light took her bow, And then she turned to go, /
The Prince of Peace embraced the gloom, And walked the night alone. /
Oh, dance in the dark of night, Sing to the morning light. /
The dark Lord rides in force tonight, And time will tell us all./
Oh, throw down your plow and hoe, Rest not to lock your homes./
Side by side we wait the might of the darkest of them all./
I hear the horses' thunder down in the valley below, /
I'm waiting for the angels of Avalon, waiting for the eastern glow./
The apples of the valley hold, The seeds of happiness, /
The ground is rich from tender care, Repay, do not forget, no, no./
Dance in the dark of night, sing to the morning light. /
The apples turn to brown and black, The tyrant's face is red./