| And ever searching to end this thirst
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| Strength reborn in the streams of cold blood
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| Son of the earth, father of rage (hiding beneath)
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| And ever smiling when the seed is planted
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| Hate paving the streets of gold
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| Long gone is the golden grace
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| Feeble beats from a frozen heart
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| No glowing eyes in the pale face
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| The blind man cries in vain
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| Long gone is the light of day
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| Searching the borders of sanity
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| The children of tomorrow they slay
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| Their spirits entombed in rotten soil
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| Son of the earth, father of anxiety (amongst us)
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| And ever telling the tales of the righteous
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| Licking drops of sorrow from the lake of tears
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| Son of the earth, father of treason (envy the beauty)
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| And ever embracing the desperation
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| Hiding from the moonbeams, afraid to face the wrath
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| Wandering down the icy path
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| The sun is dying
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| The mother is crying
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| No sadness found in the jester’s face
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| The sun is dying
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| The mother is crying
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| Long gone is the golden grace
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| Feeble beats from a frozen heart
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| No glowing eyes in the pale face
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| The blind man cries in vain
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| Long gone is the light of day
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| Searching the borders of sanity
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| The children of tomorrow they slay
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| Their spirits entombed in rotten soil
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| The winter is closing in
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| Like the grip of a war within
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| Absence of light, turning flesh to stone
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| A cosmic war, and you stand alone
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| The winter is closing in
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| Like the grip of a war within
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| Absence of light, turning flesh to stone
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| A cosmic war, and you stand alone
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| Brother killing brother
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| Tales of honour becoming myth
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| History written with axes and blood
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| The wolf is howling at the gate
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| Bræðr munu berjask
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| Bönum verðask
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| Munu systrungar
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| Sifjum spilla
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| Leika Míms synir
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| Mjötuðr kyndisk
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| At inu galla Gjallarhorni
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| Skelfr Yggdrasils
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| Askr standandi
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| Ymr it aldna tré
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| Hræðask allir
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| Áðr Surtar þann
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| Sefi of gleypir
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| Wandering down the icy path
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| The sun is dying (Silent tears won’t bring him back)
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| No sadness found in the jester’s face
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| The mother is crying
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| Breach the walls, relieve the pain, or be left in one thousand years of rain |