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As a stranger I wandered to this place |
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I was self-confident but afraid |
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Crimes shadowed my way |
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I flee from long arm of law |
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I used to run but now I crawl |
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My knife is still colored by blood |
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Cold breathing Northwind shattering |
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As I say a silent prayer for my soul |
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My soul in shadows that rise upon my crimes |
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Ice and snow whirl shredding my skin |
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By fierce blow of ice-cold Northwind |
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The Cold Northwind |
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Loneliness at the hills of north |
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While wind sweeps like God's wrath |
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Will I pay my crimes by death? |
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I have made so many sons to bleed |
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Still son of God bled for me |
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How could I ever believe? |
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Cold breathing Northwind avenging |
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As I scream a prayer for my soul |
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My soul in shadows that rise upon my crimes |
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Dark and cold visions shredding my mind |
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By fierce blow of ice-cold Northwind |
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The Cold Northwind |
