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I feel the darkness |
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And your frozen breath |
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Just like the cold grip |
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Of our brother Death |
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I am still protected |
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By the shiny moon |
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Because the daylight |
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Is not going to come soon |
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Tired of that useless living |
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Until my time has come |
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Searching for the oldest wisdom |
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And the way will always lead to the |
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Northern Winter |
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Oh Scandinavia |
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The eastwind in my face |
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Far from Sibiria |
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To follow the last trace |
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From the coast of Denmark |
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Right to the endless ice |
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Guided by the eveningstar |
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Who's never teling lies |
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Searching for the oldest wisdom |
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And the way will always lead to the |
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Northern Winter |
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I feel your frozen breath |
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Protected by the moonlight |
