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On this magical dawn the colours of Autumn are reflected by a light |
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A light that has been captured for years in oblivion of time |
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Circles of time are raging now |
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and so his powers are slowly dying |
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Before the coldness rapes the lands |
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his spirit is wandering into the night... to DIE! |
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...and he heard chimes ahead playing these enohanted notes, |
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that led him to a wooden cabin, where be could rest for the night... |
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Over the mountains |
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he had travelled |
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Across the oceans |
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deep in the night |
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Now when it's time to |
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say out last farewells |
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show us your power |
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show us your might / gift from the sky |
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Dis eyes can see it so clearly now |
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but his restless mind cannot sense it in the air |
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THE WHITE STORM IS CLOSE! |
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...and his powers gained in this mystical place more than he ever possessed before. |
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So now be could rule the realms of ice... ONCE AGAIN! |