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Buried beneath the mountains of frost |
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Years of silent sorrow grim and dark |
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My winterwings of evil sleeps in eternal nights |
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In death cold crypts of snow |
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The moon chimed my return |
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With the blackstorms I came |
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And not with the winds |
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The Northern darkness marches |
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through the coldest night |
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I can't resist the taste from the winds of the wintermoon |
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I split my tongue for the taste of these winds |
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And bath my eyes in its grace |
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Frost and winter return to my eyes |
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The call of the wintermoon |
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Nocturnal clouds blows freely in the distance |
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In the grey mist of deaths horizon |
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My winterwings of evil sleeps |
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In deaths cold crypts of snow |
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Buried beneath the mountains of frost |
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Years of silent sorrow grim and dark |
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Into the eternal nights |
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Hearing the call of the wintermoon |
