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Through a frozen eye I watch |
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A dream of hollow hope |
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Through a frosted lens |
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My hatred awakes so cold |
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He who bares the sky |
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On his iced shoulders knows |
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The wind blows cold, merciless old |
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And nothing awaits above |
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I am winter, I am death |
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Frozen still, but not dead |
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The blind preach visions of divine glory |
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Of symphonies blessed speak the deaf |
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My children have betrayed me |
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And so they will be slain |
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A new breed in winter will come |
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As the storm blows wide and far |
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The sun will never reach the sky |
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When the eternal winter comes |
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There will be neither men nor gods |
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As the world lies under snow and ice |
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See me falling, I am snow, cover surface from above |
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See me colour it all white, dazzling endless in deadly bright |
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Let me spellbind, let me shine, let me enter your narrow mind |
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I am winter, I am death, I will kill you with my breath |
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Been here forever |
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Invisible, silent, wise |
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Now the world makes a final move |
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And the wind turns into storm |
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I watch the mountains turn white |
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And I celebrate the snow |
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In the forest deep I cool my wrath |
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Not dead but sleeping in woe |
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I am winter, I am death |
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Frozen still, but not dead |
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The blind preach visions of divine glory |
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Of symphonies blessed speak the deaf |
