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Waking, sober of flood that passed him

Wearing wolfskin in her bedroom light

Lanterns rest outside the rust of the moon awaits mine

These flames meet outside the walls of this city

Why can’t we say that time has come

I’m not afraid to be mortal one

Our graves weren’t real, it’s all begun

Step out of this age, our minds shall be as one

Below, eyes piercing torsos of otherworld

Hold the sword, pointed in eyes that can’t overcome the night

Blaze from the open window tells we’re here again

New moon, I’ll follow you on the frosty hills