| A black sunset rises under the funeral sky
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| The freezing waters below as mirrors made of funeral mist
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| The blasting sky above and the fullmoon is on the rise
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| My hear blows in the winds of reap
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| Still I float with the cold diabolical massacrewinds
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| On the bestial wings of evil
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| Above the mountainside and into cryptic winterstorms
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| I long for eternal frost and black winters
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| Asleep in the cold lakes awake in the stars in the sky
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| And silent the walleyes in the North
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| Where I once were a proud warrior
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| Where I belong where I bath my soul in doom fire fog
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| Where I ride deaths cold winds in the battles in the North
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| As a Norse warrior I rode the dark walleyes
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| With longsword in hand sworned to throne dark lands
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| And to return to my master in the blue mist of the dying sunset
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| A black sunset dies under the funeral sky
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| My hair blows into winds of reap
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| Still I float with the cold diabolical massacrewinds
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| On the overshadowed bestial wings of evil
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| Above the mountainside and into cryptic winterstorms forever |