The mountains are cold and strong the snow is pure and fresh this provides me with strength embraced by the grey mountains and the strong king winter,
My thoughts are dark they speak of deep anger among the tombstones, I walk. The remains of my people is entombed here. There's no one left - but me. I
Gazing at the landscape, after all you'll find my fellows there, on the tranquil traces of my white, clear land. No need to fear opening the gates to
Ta min sjel min vind fra nord la den fly med deg over de gronne enger of dype skoger hersker med makt Nar du sveiper over landet som tordern din bror
Alone in the silence with the trees sleeping I am waiting patiently I am waiting for the storms Fresh and pure strength, I desire, and I will recieve
Ice, snow, cold, hear me now I am in agony I scream your name I wish to speak with you all lords of the winter Cold, come and freeze the mighty oceans
Through winter storms, be rode through icy mountains and cold valleys, be rode fear in his mind fear of death this fight could be his last one mans battle
My thoughts are dark they speak of deep anger among the tombstones, I walk. The remains of my people is entombed here. There's no one left - but me.
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The mountains are cold and strong the snow is pure and fresh this provides me with strength embraced by the grey mountains and the strong king winter
Castle of ice, a majestic sight. Falcons, eagles and mighty ravens circling above guarding this enchanting sight built out of dreams and wishes dreams
