| Dawn is breaking on these woods cast deep in shades of doom
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| My road is long, the end so vague, I’m praying to be true
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| All around a world of ice, so cold and torn apart
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| I’m trailing on a path of old forsaking days of loss
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| There came an eerie wind, a calling from the north
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| The urge to learn the answer to a question left untold
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| Winter’s gone — and I’m left alone
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| Winterborn — Father, hearken my call
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| Truth’s been waiting, patient, unnumbered years
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| Countless days I wasted shedding unnumbered tears
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| Winter’s gone…
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| Fragments of reality, the shards of a past long gone
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| Stars and moon, the vault beyond, a poem carved in stone
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| Virgin whiteness, ancient beauty, a glimpse of Winter’s Heart
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| Dreams they fade yet lore arcane sustains my mortal faith
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| The coldest night, His lost domain, my oath upon a ring
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| Rhymes renewed for ages, soon I will fulfil…
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| Winterborn — No, I’m not alone
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| Winter’s Gone — His essence still flows
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| Snow keeps falling, whirling, spiralling high
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| So are falling, cleansing, clear tears of ice from my eyes…
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| Winterborn — I’m one with His world
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| Winter’s blood — Scarlet stains on the snow
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| Still she’s falling, daughter of ashen skies
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| I’m falling, falling, close to the light
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| I feel whole…
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| I am snow… |