| Winter of the ages so dark so cold that flames turn to the bluest frost
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| Mountains of ice rises above a dead and frozen ground
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| The ravens returns to the hills
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| And the Millenium black bells of eternal frost
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| Chaim through the Northern lightning
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| Upon the mountainside I stand
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| The floods of black runs below
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| Hair of a cold goatscalp I kiss
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| Eyestaken mountains still breathes
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| At one with the poisoned ground
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| Midnight darksky open up A blast of red lightning rides the night
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| With doom winds death angels fly
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| Across a nearly closed skyline
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| And the sun freezes at one with the infernal holocaust frozen clouds
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| Centuries of doom reigned by the Goatthrone of desire
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| Raised by sorcery to the Holocaust sky
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| North black hordes storms
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| Through invincible cyclones of frostwinds
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| I lift my hands
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| And join the ceremonial circle of one wind
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| Eyes of stone now sleeps into eternal night
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| This winter is forever
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| A wind of red I rode
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| A wind of evil cold
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| For the years that have passed in the North
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| Brought me visions of the Goatthrone of desire
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| On the hillside where I stood left for another world
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| Tragedies blows at horizon
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| The sun freezes to dust
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| A perfect vision of the rising Northland |