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Mountains, lakes, rivers, cold, magic, darkness

On paths of ice and frost

Amidst the cold dead trees

Hills, skies, pathways, solitude, loneliness, frozen

Throughout the veils of dark

My pilgrimage goes on

As I walk these paths of trees again

The olden paths of night

As I fly to heights noone has been

Eternity fills my sight

As I ride through forests of old again

My nocturnal journey has just begun