The Land Is Silent... Before The Storm!

On the vast fields of snow, the wind is blowing strong

With its frozen cold and relentless touch

it leaves a dead and hollow land of ice

I have seen through the eyes of a wolf

and felt all its pain and loneliness

The beautiful land opened before my eyes

wild as a beast I ran into the night

The Calling Of The Howling Wind

Is Raging In The Realms Of North

Creations Of Ice Rising Mighty Into The Skies

And Treacherous Gods Shall Fall

Watching through the falling snow

there's no sign of life

witness
whirl
treacherous
touch
thunder
through
flows
raging
climb
creations
calls
about
beautiful
getting
loneliness
mountain
frozen
beast
again
blowing
essence
souls
crushed
relentless
highest
brought
watching
never
before
falling
strong
fields
behold
birth
streams
blood
honor
howling
mighty
storm
leaves
hollow
opened
their
misfortune
night
north
calling
realms
rising
shall
silent
skies

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