| The wind is blowing on these cold, cold grounds
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| My boots are romping on these cold, cold lands
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| The blizzard whistling is the only sound
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| Outside these wooden walls no soul can be found
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| The weather is shifting on these cold, cold grounds
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| We’ll keep on pushing past these cold, cold lands
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| Past the mud and the rain I will slowly stand
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| Yet still a long way to go on the route we planned
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| Row
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| Row home
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| We row home
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| Row home
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| We Row home
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| (Repeats underneath the next two lines)
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| The wind is blowing on these cold, cold grounds
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| My boots are romping on these cold, cold lands
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| Once comes the morning we’ll be mountain bound
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| May the empire of winds keep us safe and sound
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| When the weather is shifting we’ll keep on pushing
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| Are you ready for the empire of winds
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| The storms are overwhelming
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| But we keep on climbing
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| In order to be ready for the empire of winds |