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breathless I stand free |
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blind to fates which fall to men |
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embracing the chilling winds, still I am |
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the mist freeze falls from my breath |
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steel gray skies encompass my sight |
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caring not for other worlds |
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(and there are other worlds than these) |
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your fathers tried to slay me |
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your brothers fell before me |
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clashing, as hates collide |
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through echoed cried I wade |
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upon frozen ground, my victims lay |
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pounding the frozen earth, |
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the hooves of horses carrying men |
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swords raised high, |
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the rush of war flowing through their veins |
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the warm blood soon to meet the earth |
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from which it came |
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your fathers tried to slay me |
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your brothers fell before me |
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ageless, still I am |
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heathens, they bring their crusades to me |
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failing, they've come to die in vain |
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nameless, their meaningfulness is none |
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I summon the strength of the gods |
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and we are one |
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hear this, see this, know this |
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for this is the ways that it must be |
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for solace I eat the heart |
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to steal the power, this magic holds |
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and to taste the bitter vengeance |
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that within me has dwelled |
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men of kings have come to end me |
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only to die in vain |
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legends, have cursed my name |
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spells are spoken, |
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believed to ward me away |
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your fathers tried to slay me |
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your brothers fell before me |
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ageless, still I am |