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I have come with the winter sun - in my eyes |
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from the land of fire and snow - blood will rise |
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far beyond the hills guided by the will |
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of the one and what I've become |
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is the archon of my tribe. |
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So I'm marching on where no one has gone |
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ever before me now. |
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So I will lead the way. |
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Oh, hear it in the oaken trees. |
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Oh, feel it from the ground beneath. |
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See what no one's eye can see |
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from the bottom of my winterheart. |
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Oh, hear it in the oaken trees. |
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Oh, feel it from the ground beneath. |
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See what no one's eye can see |
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from the bottom of my winterheart. |
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from the bottom of my winterheart. |
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from the bottom of my winterheart. |
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Say farewell to well-known shores - sword at hand |
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I set sail into the unknown - till my end |
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out and on my own destiny has shown |
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what it has in mind for me now |
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and what I will prevail somehow. |
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Plunge into the waves as I clench my blade |
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I remember that my success |
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is the reason for your faith in me. |
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Oh, hear it in the oaken trees. |
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Oh, feel it from the ground beneath. |
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See what no one's eye can see |
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from the bottom of my winterheart. |
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from the bottom of my winterheart. |
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Oh, hear it in the oaken trees. |
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Oh, feel it from the ground beneath. |
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See what no one's eye can see |
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from the bottom of my winterheart. |
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from the bottom of my winterheart. |
