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Moving through fields |
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away from the great sea |
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up to the barren and cold |
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The wind gathers might |
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as the last trees passes out of sight |
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I plunge into the blight |
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Frozen landscape |
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see me, feel me |
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Awe strikes where even the air bites |
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and ice ceaselessly survives |
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Blue shades on white |
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announcing the rite taking place here tonight |
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Fading to black then explode in attack |
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hits the blazing northern lights |
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Spellbound I fight |
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the chaos, the colors painted in flight |
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And I watch and I sink in the snow but in spite |
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of this call from the other side I rise |
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My mind at ease |
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war harvest peace |
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Blood, fire |
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death cannot freeze |
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My father's gods |
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grant wisdom and odds |
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this is their gift through the bond |
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A spearhead, a zeal |
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I know what is real |
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to no one, nowhere I kneel |
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Frozen landscape |
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touch me, heal me |
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Awe strikes where even the air bites |
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and ice ceaselessly survives |