| A veil of darkness has fallen,
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| obscuring the sky and stars
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| The forests and lands forlorn,
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| the ancient flory all but gone
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| The flam in our hearts has died,
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| the northern pride exiled
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| A great weariness now looms,
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| my journey has reached an end
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| But a storm is coming
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| A storm to end all storms
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| A rain of iron and ice
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| Slashing across the skies
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| Fimbulwinter made blade
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| Cyclic law to cleanse the land
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| An inner storm is brooding
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| As now horizons become clear
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| The path shatters in parting ways
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| Time has come to seize fate in my hand
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| I see the weak, the cursed
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| Kneel for the Calf, or Mammon
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| I scorn your ways, wretched creed
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| I choose a path of no return
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| All temples now crushed to dust
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| All gods cast down to the earth
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| All riches and lies to the pyre
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| The wind and sky shall by my hide
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| Hands once so potent
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| Fashioned into feeble stumps
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| I summon strength and purity
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| With renewed might shall I erect thee
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| With spite-made stones and beams
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| And hatred dear, the strongest grout
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| Abode of peace and beauty
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| I shall make thee my sanctuary |
| Thy halls are high and misty
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| For spites to wander restfully
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| Thy hearths hail the fire of Pan
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| For shadows to reap Genocide
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| A veil of darkness has fallen, occulting the lunar might
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| Calm before the storm, tidings for the fall
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| A soft rain is falling
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| Tears of a passing age
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| A bittersweet reprieve
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| Afore the lifting of the veil
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| Thus ends the silence
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| Accursed reign of deliquescence
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| Now behold the swords unsheathed
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| Iron and ice shall cleanse the earth |