I came from the utter fields
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Carving shame on the tender shields
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On my path I wandered high
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Acknowledged beneath the sky
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The hate I carried, recalling why!
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I walked towards the rising Autumn
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And cursed the summer
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with the promis of a Winter
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Where my foes will quiver in frost
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A circeling saga, not forever lost
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I came from the utter fields
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Carving shame on the tender shields
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On my path I wandered high
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Declaring war beneath the sky
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The hate I carried, boiling within!
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I mounted all the hills my eyes could count
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And roved wherever the sun escaped sight
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I drifted from the deepest tarn
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Till I saw my saw my name in aruinic sign
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Graven soo deep in the crystal bark
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Of a lodge I sojourned years ago
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Crying war beneath the sky
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The Mountains Rove
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| Borknagar |
