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So you want a life of mist and magic

Well you're gonna have to pay the price

The road is long as it is twisted

And it's almost always covered in fucking ice

And if you should embark

On a path as cold and black as this

A time will come when there's no turning back

And the only way out is through the grave

Under the crescent moon the weary travel on

Trying to recall why they even started

The darkness unrelenting, the cold chills to the bone

So don't forget to bring a fucking jacket