| Spite and splendour, cold under stone
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| This is her promise
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| What is the name of the gift she brings?
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| Sleepless slumber under her wings
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| This is her promise
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| Cold, cold stone
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| Cold stone that buys and baits you
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| Cold stone that hides and hates you
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| Older than pride and pyre
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| Older than flood and fire
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| Here the swiftest beat will stop
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| Here the strongest man will fall
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| In her tower, in her halls
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| In her silent maze of cold stone
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| Cold stone to groom and grind you
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| Cold stone to mae and mind you
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| Cold stone to bleed and blind you
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| Cold stone to break and bind you
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| And her arms won’t let you go
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| And her weight will pull you down
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| And her breath is in your lungs
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| And her laugh is that of cold stone
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| What are the words that will always remain?
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| Hunger, sorrow, winter and rain
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| These are her promises |