| April 14th and the sabbath is near
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| The ground is trembling
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| Weakened by the longest winter
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| These are the last steps
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| Of the frost giants as they leave
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| An April moon is rising as the trees turn to rust
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| Killing season comes in shades of gray
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| An April moon is rising as the spring turns to dust
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| We lie down to a howling sound
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| As the world is slowly coming down
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| Bless me, ghosts of winter
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| For you have made me stronger
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| To face this day and ever nights
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| Further north our paths will go
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| South is burning, east is vast
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| West is dying fast
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| But as I leave
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| My heart holds no fear;
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| I know there’s nothing from here
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| An April moon is rising as the trees turn to rust
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| Killing season comes in shades of gray
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| An April moon is rising as the spring turns to dust
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| We lie down to a howling sound…
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| «On the altar of endless snow
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| On a deep glacier’s glow
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| We prepare our graves
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| Here under the north star I will sleep away
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| To the deep hum of your icy womb
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| April 14th, and death is here
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| The tide has finally turned
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| The ground is trembling
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| Weakened by the longest winter
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| These are the last steps
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| Of the frost giants as they leave"
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| But my heart holds no fear;
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| For I know there’s nothing from here… |