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On this dawn the colours of the autumn are reflected by a light |
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A light that as been captured for years in oblivion |
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Circles of wind are raging now |
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And so his powers are slowly dying |
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Before the coldness rapes the lands |
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His spirit is wandering into the night... to DIE! |
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...and he heard chimes ahead playing these enchanted notes, |
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That lead him to a wooden cabin, where he could rest for the night... |
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Over the mountains |
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He had travelled |
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Across the oceans |
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Deep in the night |
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Now when it's time to |
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Say last farewell |
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Show us your power |
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Show us your might |
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Gift from the sky |
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His eyes can see it so clearly now |
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But his restless mind cannot sense it in the air |
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THE WHITE STORM IS CLOSE! |
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...and his powers gained in this mystical place more than he ever |
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Posessed before. |
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So now he could rule the realms of ice... ONCE AGAIN! |