| I’m the mighty raven dark
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| My voice is the thunder of blackened skies
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| My sight is the lightning of steel
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| My soul is the heart of winter
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| Endless wind gives life to my word
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| It carries me high straight to the moon
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| To fly over ruins of broken beliefs
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| Spreading the shadow of my raven wings
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| Mighty cold winter winds. |
| accept my wrath
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| Carry my song. |
| through the dusk of gods
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| Mighty cold winter winds. |
| collapse my enemies
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| My sacred battle won’t be lost… never
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| Raising tops of the mountains so high
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| Raging waves of the ocean so deep
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| Are my warriors full of hatred and blood thirst.
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| Mighty hordes of my kingdom.
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| Berserk power of natural hate,
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| Fill my messiah with strength.
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| I’m the mind and he is my hand,
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| United we’re the scythe of justice.
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| Hear my song of fire and wind
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| Trust my word destroying the silence
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| See my sight the lightning through dark
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| Join my soul — the heart of winter
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| Mighty cold winter winds. |
| accept my wrath
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| Carry my song. |
| through the dusk of gods
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| Mighty cold winter winds. |
| collapse my enemies
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| My sacred battle won’t be lost… never |