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Far beyond the quiet |
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Where the gods no longer reign |
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The ice once formed the landscapes |
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Into mountainsides and stains |
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Many miles to walk here |
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Still so many miles to stalk |
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A place to be remembered |
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Still the story is untold |
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Waiting for the darkness |
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Lights are soon to disappear |
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Black clouds in the horizon |
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Drift away in the open air |
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A man stands on the hillside |
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Watching the blackened sky |
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Memorizing times from another age |
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Now make his soul and spirit glance like fire |
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See the ravens fly there |
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Circling in the storm |
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Hidden from the new world |
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Where the spiritless are born |
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Watching from his mountain |
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Stands a man who knows his fate |
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He who brought the legends |
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And became a god himself |
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Far beyond the stillness |
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Where the gods no longer reign |
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The ice once formed the landscapes |
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Into mountainsides and stains |
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The wisdom from the |
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Dark age He brought forward to tell |
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The lenghtening in his spirit |
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Strong he carried his own fate |
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Dedicated to |
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Quorthon |
