| The tempest blows a dazzling white
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| The peak vanishes again
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| Whirling blasts of snow benight
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| The outcome of my ascent
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| Grit your teeth, do not flinch
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| At setbacks that slow you down
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| Going forth, inch by inch
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| To keep your feet on the ground
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| A sudden noise of flapping wings
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| First sign of the coming swarm
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| Somber curses were residing
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| In the eye of the storm
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| Manic claws tear the sky
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| Looming above my head
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| Chthonic calls, bloodshot eyes
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| Summoning me to them
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| Desperate crawl through blizzard squalls
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| Hounded by eerie shapes
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| A hail of stings ruthlessly falls
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| Onto my dire escape
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| The storm birds rush cannot be shunned
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| There is no way to cope
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| It’s too much hardships to overcome
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| I fall and hurtle down the slope
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| Grim lull while being drowned
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| As I sink into the ground
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| Numb and coated by hoar-frost
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| I dread to think that all is lost
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| The harpy’s laugh
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| Twisted inhuman face
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| Utters cries of disgrace
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| The fury’s torch
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| Melts the surrounding snow
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| And clears the path to follow
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| Swift ravenous fiends
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| Foul everything that once mattered to me
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| Plunder the drifting wreck of my mind
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| I only want to forget and go blind
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| Sisters born from the Night
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| Jailers of the insane
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| Rage is our only light
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| Let’s put the rest to the flame |