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Cold and white,

left to die, once a comrade.

Hail to the claws of cold!

Hail to the claws of cold!

As they take the pain away,

Ol’ friend I invoke thee!

Stria!

Stria, dance for me.

Stria, avenge me.

Stria!

Stria, take the shape of pain.

Haunt them who left me alone,

follow who forgot me here.

When the winter passes,

visit their warm home in the night

and shut their fire down.

Stria!

Stria, dance fo me.

Stria, avenge me.

Stria, take the pain.

Hail to the claws of cold...

‘cause they make me dull.

Hail to the claws of cold!