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We walk through the edge
of the end of the world
the people beyond
the southern mountains
hear the screams of the god of noise !

We have never seen
That thing that you call sun
And we have never taste
The muses and gods buckthorn

We only sing simple songs
In honour to the chaos of the south

To live with
The emptyness behind you
To live getting
Our back to the abyss

You don't know what it means !

Our songs are in honour
To our violent lands
To the world of the oceans
To the roar of Mwono when a glaciar
falls down !

You don't know what means
To live with a father
Like the norwest wind !

The god of noise bless this sounds
And walk again between the mountains
He knows that when the ice die
The cities in ruins will fed him !
Forever !

The cities in ruins will fed... Him !

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