| Fallen king, no one sings, till the day you die
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| Worthless breed, poisoned seed, of another’s lie
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| Bond of blood, now undone, as your spirit cries
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| Raven’s mead, Odin’s seed, on the sacred pyre
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| Hypnotized, by the lies, of the hollow priest
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| Fed your kin, for their sins, to the southern beast
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| Darken skies, unseen eyes, look towards the east
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| Spirit gone, by the dawn, as the ravens feast
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| Midwinter sacrifice!
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| Fallow fields, never yield, for the broken King
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| Barren womb, empty room, where no children sing
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| Harvest feast, wealth and peace, you will never bring
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| Frozen earth, shallow hearth, never see the Spring
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| Northern home, One-Eye's throne, all that you defy
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| May the sun, burn your tongue, and your selfish lies
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| Bleeding King, fire’s ring, will consume your cries
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| Weak or strong, never long, till your body dies
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| Midwinter sacrifice! |