| n ice-cold wind
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| Chills to the bone
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| A mistswept veil
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| Clouds the shore
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| Horizons yield to pale light
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| Morning’s embrace, a bitter respite
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| Before the mounds of dead, we mourn
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| Thousands slain for glory forevermore
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| Three days have passed
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| Since we first gave battle
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| A hopeless task
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| Yet we proved our mettle
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| Afoot on foreign shores
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| (Without a hope, without a home)
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| Helms cleaved and shields torn
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| (Spears cracked and axes worn)
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| We few survived to see a new day
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| (And at this day’s end, we will fade away)
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| Into the tales of mortal men
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| (For none yearn to see the sun rise again)
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| We came, not alone
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| A king, a queen and an army
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| Victory, we tasted with our blades
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| Their blood, our blood, now one with the waves
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| Malice’s touch
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| An icy grasp
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| A cruel fate
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| Not to die
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| Bruised and bleeding
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| Exhausted and freezing
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| A cruel fate
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| Not to die
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| Tides, come forth and wash me clean
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| Of grief and loss and misery
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| Sweep the blood into the sea
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| And carry this burden so far from me
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| Free me of the memory
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| Of this blood red scene
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| So many dead as far as can see
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| All in the name of a land once free
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| The dead lie shattered
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| And soon too the dying
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| We few who still cling to life
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| Stumble forth into the tides
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| Our strength has left our bodies
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| As life seeps from our wounds
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| I welcome the cold darkness
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| The warm embrace of ice |