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A thrust of my sword fills his stomach
Full of hardened, polished steel
Again and again I kill their best
The challenge once posed, I no longer feel
My legend has spread both far and wide throughout this land
But something harder, a worthy fight
Is all I wish for now

Long my search continues
None withstand my rage
Dead and dying bodies
Gives me glory on the stage

One eerie night, appeared an apparition
That told me to travel beyond the wall
Where I will find a foe worthy of my sword

Without delay I set foot to the north
Cold winds blowing, winter is taking its course.
I must carry on, for this man brave and bold
Does not fear!

Stalactites of deadly ice
Rain down like arrows throughout the sky
Stabbing my organs and crushing my brain
Punctured lungs and unbearable pain

The seasons turn, my soul it yearns
For this foe to die
I am but a warrior beneath the winter sky

Tundra plains stretching endlessly
Desolate. Devoid.
Where is this worthless warrior?
Soon he will be destroyed.

Falling down, cannot see, my helmet sits askew
Not once defeated by man nor by beast,
None could match my skill
This foe I find upon me now,
No armour to sever, armour to tear
My heart grows chilled, my pulse is stilled
I stare into the sky

The Blade of Winter!

Now my search has ended
One did match my rage.
The wounds and pain now clear and plain
The blade of winter has run through me.

The seasons turn, cold still burns
Nothing is left to die.
Once I was a warrior, now just bones
Beneath a frozen, stormy sky.

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