| Black blades in their hands
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| Obey his every command
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| They search for that which was lost
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| Through realms of rime and of frost
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| Where no mortal may pass
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| Atop a dais of glass
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| Sits a scepter of light
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| A symbol of titan’s might
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| He comes from cities of darkness
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| To suffer harlots and fools
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| Loneliness is his raiment
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| Solitude is his jewel
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| He’s seen the valleys of solace
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| Beheld the spires of sleep
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| He’s fed the pyres of the fallen
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| And heard their widows weep
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| We come from cities in darkness
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| To conquer cowards and fools
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| Loneliness is our payment
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| Solitude is our due
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| Walk through valleys of solace
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| Ascend the spires of sleep
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| Ignore the warnings of prophets
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| And for your children I’ll weep
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| Skies blackened with crows
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| Shadows on winter’s snow
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| Within a temple of ice
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| Priestesses perform the rites
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| Witness the setting of suns
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| The darkest days have begun
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| Let the seers come forth
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| At morning’s light we ride north |