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Palms of the soldiers of wood slightly touching

A wounded flesh of Imir.

Gold of the Freya covers a branches,

Silver horses of Skadi a near

Ninety nine days and three endless nights

In a house of death leaves are fall.

How many things burn in this time,

Dead men remember, but nobody know.

The dead are sleep, the dead are unseen.

The dead are sleep, but they have their song:

Ask our names from a cold water

And melting snow.

Sun sinking down lower and lower

In a seas unknown.



We see a sunrise, we see a moonfall,

We see how the stars falling down.

We were in the place, where the wind transform

The streams of the steam in a clouds.



We listen the songs of the casters of rain,

We catch a cold drops in a hands.

We really found the reason to stay

In that mysterious land.

We fly with the dragons in the eye of the storm

Liquid gold fell to the ground

We were the autumn leaves cover the earth

Like a burial shroud.

Seasons change and seasons gone

Through the unknown ways.

We are others and we are one

In the darkness's embrace.

Sun of the sleepless and order of stars,

Signs of the water and salt

Pictures of future, shadows of past,

Legends and stories untold...