| Black fire burns the horizon
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| Ravens fly high in the sky
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| A breeze lifts the fog from the ice
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| As the winter predicts our fall
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| The last tide of honour now rises
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| With greatness and frost in it’s eye
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| A pale sun gleams upon the masses
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| All mountains stand proud in it’s tall
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| The winds speed upon our twilight
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| Thundersnow falls from the sky
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| Snowstorm that blind upon my eyes
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| From the clouds of red they are thrown
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| A thousand miles winter surround us The dark marches while the world falls
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| The storm of the millennium rises
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| In massive size I hear it’s call
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| Beast of prey from the north arise
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| A force of strength none can defy
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| Unleashed from the gates a giant storm
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| To an end it all shall come
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| Mighty deeps of north world call
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| The power is at hand
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| Apocalypse brought by will
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| Scattered winds blow at you all
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| Bewinged by darkness from the cold
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| Come the order of chaos
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| Spread by winter, hate and storms
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| The final days descend the fall
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| The worlds ends just as it began
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| Cold winters claws grips at us all
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| All to be — not to be revealed
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| The prophecies' truth upon all
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| The curse is a force that we onward
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| Freezing and breathing at us…
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| No far from the forest abounded
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| The ravens warn us and call… |