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In the hour before dawn |
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The Nordic mirror lies black yet calm |
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Reflects my shadow and heaven above |
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The frost force the ocean up |
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Past the shores towards the mountain tops |
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Spirals flash green glittering blitz never seen |
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By the eyes of the selfpronounced clean |
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Through shining mists past the planet of witz |
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Mysterious realms still exist |
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In this black and blue void schiziod creatures will toy |
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With fragments of what once where souls |
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Dreamlike I follow their path dark and hallow |
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My feet barely touch the ground |
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Ride the radiant waves into unexplored space |
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Obscure scenery changes |
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Into trance without end to lunatics glen |
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Spellbound I kneel down in pain |
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The lurkers and I |
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Become one |
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As a hunters eye like the moon |
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Together we ride the storm |
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magic unfolds at the crack of dawn |
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Reborn |
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Like my fathers before me |
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I am shown the way |