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I see the tears of enthralling silence |
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I hear its cold soundless might |
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It watches me from peaks of reachless mountains |
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And I cognizes the verges of its bottomless being |
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In the dismal gleam of a writhing moon |
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A grim shining of frost-bound rime... |
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Waves of distress wash the bated nature |
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Awaiting the soundblast of dawn |
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Where northern spirits call... |
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They call me! |
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Landscapes cut through my soul |
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In ages of frozen shadows |
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I was born |
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My heart of the |
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North shining through primal snow |
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Now I can hear |
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Winter's calling horn |
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I am alone |
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To stand amidst perrenial trees |
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At befogged and time-veiled |
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Svarog's throne |
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Under the blazing skies |
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Forever shall |
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I remain Deepest mirror-lakes reflect |
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The splashes of constellations |
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Forsaking their flaming bodies |
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With the sparkles of burning stars |
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Exhausted... they long |
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For the enshrouding mere of rest |
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Victims of the tired empyrean |
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Illume me with fountains of light! ? |
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Aurora Borealis, draw apart the boundaries of the everlasting aeon of stillness!? |
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Atoms of the world in the chasms of space |
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Hark to the mourning of the ethereal elements |
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And spread the streams of malign wizardry |
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Throughout the spanless snowy realm |
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A vehement multitude of silvery splendour |
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Lies in the gorges of highlands, embraces the forests age-old... |
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Lo! The blizzard is raving in silence |
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The breath of life beneath the bowels of this land... ... |
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Enchanted forevermore!... |
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Out of the depths of time, covered with dust of a million years? wisdom |
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Unknown planets of yore born, wander eternally in the outer space |
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They wot there's only one |
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Promised Land |
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Where strange sadness is born in my heart |
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Making hear the quiet and the whispers |
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And see its diamond tears |
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Under the reign of winter cold |
