| From far beyond the mountains of Crom
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| Where the forces of winter spare only the strong
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| Strides forth a son of the north
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| Destined to conquer, and die by the sword
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| And like the sun, he rises with golden light
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| Reaching with his rays into the world
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| But like the sun, each time he’s destined to set
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| And is forced to hide in the dark…
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| …where his wounds bleed in silence
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| Blazing eyes now reduced to dying embers
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| «Oh, black winged goddess
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| You’ve struck me again with lust, please stop the bleeding —
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| You’ve taken enough!»
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| Across the earth he strides
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| And when he strikes he always triumphs
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| Still he never forgets the shadow of the goddess
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| Haunting his steps
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| And like the moon, his restless eyes shine in the night
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| Joining the orgy of the stars
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| But like the moon, his full heart is destined to wane
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| And is forced to hide in the dark… |