I'm walking on the dark ice of the North
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The end of my journey is near
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Every step is a wound
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While dust is my death bed
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The white sun
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Is touching me
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Freezing my blood
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My pale face
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The world goes away
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I'm walking on the red snow of the East
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I can see monstrous shapes under the ice
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Wriggling in paroxysm of pain
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In agony, madness and rage
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Memory is already - dead
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Future dead - as well
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Faith without - good deeds
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The old world - is gone
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Our life is bound to die
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Death's chill
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Will get me
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Will freeze my blood
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Will suck my face
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Will throw me down
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I'm walking in the dead woods of the South
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No one has won
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The holy earth is dying
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Asleep under the whip of ice
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Helpless and naked
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Our memory is bound to die
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Memory
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Dragon |