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Far away from the sun in coldness of the north |
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Hear the wind sing her song, |
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withered widows weeping |
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Wedding of the moon and the stars |
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A funeral of light |
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The lands of no fear, yet no hope |
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A dance in the cold |
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The storm became us and we became the storm |
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We are the foes of the sun |
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Creatures with a temper so bold walk the rusty lands |
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Earth a mother, sun a father in the land of the auroras |
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Melodies of misery |
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Slow colours in the sky |
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Tears of the backwoods spruce |
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for the wounds that never heal |
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The storm became us and we became the storm |
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We are the foes of the sun |
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Let darkness be our guide |
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Let misery fill our souls |
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Our hearts are burning for the dusk and the dawn |
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Let darkness be our guide |
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Let misery fill our souls |
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Our hearts are burning for the dusk and the dawn |
