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Afar in the mountains

There's fire and ice

To search for a battle

In the mountains of might

When the cold winds rise

From the gods of our skies

We gear up for glory

With frost...frost in our eyes

The winds are deadly

So too, are our swords

I the death, that walks

I ponder on the thought of death

As I lay here and rest

My vision is red, they lay dead

I'll kill all in my mind

Under the black clouds of death

The winds...are cold

With frost on our breath

Under the black clouds of death

The cold wind rise

The fire burns

Death is here