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Darkness surrounds us, on a cold winter's night. |
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A fire for metal is burning so bright. |
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Waiting for the right time |
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When fortune we will find |
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Braking the silence, we're one of a kind |
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[Chorus] |
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We are Winterlong reaching for the top of the hills. |
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Standing tall never to fall into the battle of forevermore we go. |
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We're leaving the playground |
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To reach higher grounds |
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We stand by our six strings a warriors sound. |
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[Chorus] |
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We are Winterlong reaching for the top of the hills. |
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Standing tall never to fall into the battle of forevermore we go. |
