| Frozen figure stands in the storm
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| Flakes of snow embrace the essence of her earthly form
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| Her eerie song heard through dales and mountains far away
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| Brings a curse on those who dare to listen
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| Floating above the plains she wanders in her realm
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| Hearing screams of her prey draw closer
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| She gazes upon the fields where battle rages eternally
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| Waiting for warriors weakened to fall in her arms
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| In their eyes they saw her presence grim float above the ice
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| Wounded still they crawled towards her call
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| They hoped to find salvation from her arms, white and pure
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| But the storm grew strong as they closed her figure
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| Cursed be this woman
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| The lady of the wind
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| Night casts its shadow on the field of battle
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| Few still breathing but the air turns cold
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| She appeared like a spirit of death
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| Blizzard veil in ground around her
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| Embracing the last of the living with her hands
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| Young and cold as ice
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| In our eyes we saw her presence grim float above the ice
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| Wounded still we crawled towards her call
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| We hoped to find salvation from her arms, white and pure
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| But the storm grew strong as we closed her figure
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| Cursed be this woman
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| The lady of the wind
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| In our eyes we saw her presence grim float above the ice
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| Wounded still we crawled towards her call
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| We hoped to find salvation from her arms, white and pure
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| As we reached her gown we felt her hands slowly sweeping our lives away |