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Through years of knowledge, Man rode the wings of evil |
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Through the enormous winter, Three years without summer |
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Prepared for the battles of the north |
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I sat on my throne and watched between |
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The skies of a cold northern light |
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Knowing this was my ground, But those who turned their backs |
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Against my throne, Only got my sword on their back! |
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I rose from my throne, And walked away with the wind |
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Through centuries of weakness |
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Only the strong follow me, On my crusade of darkness |
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In this land where the forest is my throne |
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I have come to re-hunt |
