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Black fire burns the horizon |
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Ravens fly high in the sky |
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A breeze lifts the fog from the ice |
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The winter predicts our fall |
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The last tide of honor now rises |
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With greatness and frost in its eye |
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A pale sun gleams upon the masses |
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All mountains stand proud in its tall |
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The winds speed upon our twilight |
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Thunder snow falls from the sky |
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Snowstorm that blind upon my eyes |
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From the clouds of red they are thrown |
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A thousand miles winter surround us |
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The dark marches while the world falls |
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The storm of the millennium rises |
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In massive size |
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I hear its call, call |
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Beast of prey from the north arise |
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A force of strength none can defy |
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Unleashed from the gates a giant storm |
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To an end it all shall come |
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Mighty deeps of north world call |
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The power is at hand |
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Apocalypse brought by a will |
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Scattered winds blow at you all |
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Bewinged by darkness from the cold |
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Come the order of chaos |
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Spread by winter, hate and storms |
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The final days descend the fall |
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The world ends just as it began |
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Cold winters claws grips at us all |
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All to be, not to be revealed |
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The prophecies' truth upon all |
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The curse is a force that we onward |
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Freezing and breathing at us |
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No far from the forest abounded |
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The ravens warn us and call, call |
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Norden on fire |
