the mist of blue frostfalls the proud valleys of the northan iceage of terroras silent as snow hides the hillsin this frozen land I rideas the northern light guides my waya blackwind I ama shadow of war and lustthis path, whom for me is the chosenforbidden for mortals to seethe night is filledwith diabolical summoning windsthe moon is burninglike an eye glearing of demonic hatewatch me as I choose my trailthis journey is foreverthe spirit of gods and goddess I amforgotten at the birth of new timesa reflection of an ancient pastwaiting in a lost realm of icefor the rising of a forever pagan age
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