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The moonlight, my eyes |
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The winter cold inside my heart |
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My horns now throw a shadow in the mist |
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The winter |
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Chains of swords |
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(Of) big warriors |
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In battle storms |
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My sword now glitter here |
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On the mountainside of a lake |
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This euphoria from the winter to the sea |
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Of the blade that now remain at it's place |
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The moonlight, my eyes |
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The winter cold inside my heart |
|
My horns now throw a shadow in the mist |
|
The winter |
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Chains of swords |
|
(Of) big warriors |
|
In battle storms |
|
My sword now glitter here |
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On the mountainside of a lake |
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This euphoria from the winter to the sea |
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Of the blade that now remain at it's place |
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As I turn to frost and lay down on the glass |
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The blade in tales now still remain in it's place |
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I feel my winter coffin |
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As I lay in frost |
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The darkness becomes me |
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As I now melt in sleep |
