| In search for a mental homeland
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| Far beyond their comprehension
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| As the first snow falls
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| I will leave again to dwell in the dark
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| The vision appears on the glacial surface
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| In the grim kingdom are built
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| The palaces of ice among the stone giants
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| A call beyond thy free will
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| All the land shall be the winter field
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| With the faces white and souls black
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| Then i’ll defend my stronghold of aryan heart
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| Deep in the woods i’m in equilibrium
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| At last in the sphere where the filth won’t reach me
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| Year by year i build there my tower
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| Of mystic visions and thundering hatred
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| I cast the wrath unto horizon
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| Embraces by mist, covered with snow
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| A vastland descendant, desolate wanderer
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| And as the land becomes the winter field
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| Due to one word of the might
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| The feeble cries, a last sigh is made
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| Through they die as it beckons
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| I entrench myself within the walls
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| To fare, then to reign
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| And share the sceptre with the forest
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| The one who outlast the seizure
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| That came from the pit boiling dirt
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| A single banner reaises high above
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| Of annually recurred attempt
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| The frost recedes the questions
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| To manage to glance
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| Upon the wintry landscape below
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| There kies my kingdom… |