| A thrust of my sword fills his stomach
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| Full of hardened, polished steel
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| Again and again I kill their best
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| The challenge once posed, I no longer feel
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| My legend has spread both far and wide throughout this land
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| But something harder, a worthy fight
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| Is all I wish for now
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| Long my search continues
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| None withstand my rage
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| Dead and dying bodies
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| Gives me glory on the stage
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| One eerie night, appeared an apparition
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| That told me to travel beyond the wall
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| Where I will find a foe worthy of my sword
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| Without delay I set foot to the north
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| Cold winds blowing, winter is taking its course
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| I must carry on, for this man brave and bold
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| Does not fear!
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| Stalactites of deadly ice
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| Rain down like arrows throughout the sky
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| Stabbing my organs and crushing my brain
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| Punctured lungs and unbearable pain
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| The seasons turn, my soul it yearns
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| For this foe to die
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| I am but a warrior beneath the winter sky
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| Tundra plains stretching endlessly
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| Desolate. |
| Devoid
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| Where is this worthless warrior?
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| Soon he will be destroyed
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| Falling down, cannot see, my helmet sits askew
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| Not once defeated by man nor by beast
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| None could match my skill
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| This foe I find upon me now
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| No armour to sever, armour to tear
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| My heart grows chilled, my pulse is stilled
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| I stare into the sky
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| THE BLADE OF WINTER!
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| Now my search has ended
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| One did match my rage
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| The wounds and pain now clear and plain
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| The blade of winter has run through me
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| The seasons turn, cold still burns
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| Nothing is left to die
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| Once I was a warrior, now just bones
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| Beneath a frozen, stormy sky |