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Out from the north into the south |
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Winter turned his frozen mouth |
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Tearing down the voices of living |
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Leaving bodies buried in ice |
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The wrath of distant clouds |
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And the weeping of the ground, it will come |
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Cold wind carries the voice of doom |
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Singing songs for the damned |
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Descending winters for all lands |
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All hope is gone in his hands |
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Out from the north into the south |
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Winter turned his frozen mouth |
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Slaying the oceans and darkening the sun |
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With little breeze, it will come |
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Enormous tide of burning cold storms |
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He will cleanse the land with single breath |
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Descending winters for all lands |
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All hope is gone in his hands |
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Out from the north into the south |
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Winter turned his frozen mouth |
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No shelter can save us now |
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As the winds come roaring |
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There is no place to hide |
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The final season is close at hand |
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Taste the air so silent, it will come... |
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Descending winters for all lands |
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All hope is gone in his hands |
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Out from the north into the south |
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Winter turned his frozen mouth |
