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the mist of blue frost falls the proud valleys of the north an iceage of terror as silent as snow hides the hills in this frozen land |
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I ride as the northern light guides my way a blackwind |
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I am a shadow of war and lust this path, whom for me is the chosen forbidden for mortals to see the night is filled with diabolical summoning winds the moon is burning like an eye glearing of demonic hate watch me as |
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I choose my trail this journey is forever the spirit of gods and goddess |
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I am forgotten at the birth of new times a reflection of an ancient past waiting in a lost realm of ice for the rising of a forever pagan age |
