| Out from the north into the south
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| Winter turned his frozen mouth
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| Tearing down the voices of living
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| Leaving bodies buried in ice
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| The wrath of distant clouds
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| And the weeping of the ground, it will come
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| Cold wind carries the voice of doom
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| Singing songs for the damned
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| Descending winters for all lands
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| All hope is gone in his hands
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| Out from the north into the south
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| Winter turned his frozen mouth
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| Slaying the oceans and darkening the sun
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| With little breeze, it will come
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| Enormous tide of burning cold storms
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| He will cleanse the land with single breath
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| Descending winters for all lands
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| All hope is gone in his hands
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| Out from the north into the south
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| Winter turned his frozen mouth
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| No shelter can save us now
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| As the winds come roaring
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| There is no place to hide
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| The final season is close at hand
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| Taste the air so silent, it will come…
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| Descending winters for all lands
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| All hope is gone in his hands
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| Out from the north into the south
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| Winter turned his frozen mouth |