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Frozen figure stands in the storm |
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Flakes of snow embrace the essence of her earthly form |
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Her eerie song heard through dales and mountains far away |
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Brings a curse on those who dare to listen |
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Floating above the plains she wanders in her realm |
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Hearing screams of her prey draw closer |
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She gazes upon the fields where battle rages eternally |
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Waiting for warriors weakened to fall in her arms |
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In their eyes they saw her presence grim float above the ice |
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Wounded still they crawled towards her call |
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They hoped to find salvation from her arms, white and pure |
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But the storm grew strong as they closed her figure |
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Cursed be this woman |
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The lady of the wind |
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Night casts its shadow on the field of battle |
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Few still breathing but the air turns cold |
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She appeared like a spirit of death |
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Blizzard veil in ground around her |
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Embracing the last of the living with her hands |
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Young and cold as ice |
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In our eyes we saw her presence grim float above the ice |
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Wounded still we crawled towards her call |
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We hoped to find salvation from her arms, white and pure |
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But the storm grew strong as we closed her figure |
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Cursed be this woman |
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The lady of the wind |
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In our eyes we saw her presence grim float above the ice |
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Wounded still we crawled towards her call |
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We hoped to find salvation from her arms, white and pure |
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As we reached her gown we felt her hands slowly sweeping our lives away |
