| Wintershire, we defend, up hills high
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| Into the dark weave of a great dark storm
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| Cold, red snow, from their flow from sword and bow
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| Kings and men, fall or fight, a punishing
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| Everywhere, thousands lie. |
| God almighty!
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| Driving them from our land to their sea
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| Great fathers and sons, brothers everyone
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| Out upon that scene, under wintersun
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| Draw your blade once more
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| From the trees they pour
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| Say a prayer out loud. |
| Let us end this war
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| Sweat at the sword and the killing hand
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| Let the steel answer them. |
| Show no mercy!
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| And snow leaves a drift of sin and loathing
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| Yet they come evermore
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| Many fell today, and their bodies lay
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| All across this land as their spirit fades
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| Name upon name, fabled and brave
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| Years of doing this, but they always came
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| My wounds let me know the rage of winter and the world
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| Every hour, I’m broken down
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| I will not kneel before you broken
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| Nearer now, their faces clear
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| And books held in bloodstained gloves
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| Right from here I can see the whole world dying in their flames
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| In the beginning, were the words they forced into me
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| Pages inked in blood
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| A new God comes to save us all |