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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