There, where laying white fog in a tropes.
Untouched, majestic, wild lands.
Where powers of the ancient gore.
Hiding in night forest, in every wood.
Snow blazeing in Moonlight.
In dusk of tremulous dawn.
And stirred the shadows of an ancient curse.
Embrace of wind, fondling me and my hands.
This is our place.
This is etertnal pagan's lands.

Wings of winter's wind.
Never will be bleed.
I grant...part of me.
My tribute. My dark seed.

Wind scutch my hairs,
divide in four sides of Earth.
Cold silence and freezing color of moon.
My powers is grow.
With every moment.
I can see my gods.
Here I God too!

Wings of winter's wind.
Never will be bleed.
I grant...part of me.
My tribute. My dark seed.

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