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Nestled within the frost laden mountains, the disciples pray
The Wintermoon bore them, now upon them, in dismay
Decrepit Crypts filled with once brave, now to serve the Wintermoon,
The cold winds beckons, the winter's grace enchants them

The sun concealed by the frost bitten air, never to arise
Now stood the Disciples, before their eldridge benefactors
Unfilled and neglected, the mountains now their home, the snow their fortitude, once bethrowed

The diabolical lord lays within his Crypt, in servitude to the Wintermoon
The disciples, one by one, send their souls up above, forever roaming alone
Within the Depths of the Frozen Crypts under the Wintermoon
Ullr's will has been enacted!

The grey mist approached, the pestilence grows amongst it
The nocturnicide landscape now plagued
The diabolical beasts howl is heard

The diaspora of the disciples is not here;
They stand steadfast - ready.
Praying within their circles, the sign of the Wintermoon blesses them.
The winter is eternal!

The diabolical lord lays within his Crypt, in servitude to the Wintermoon
The disciples, one by one, send their souls up above, forever roaming alone
Within the Depths of the Frozen Crypts under the Wintermoon
Ullr's will has been enacted!

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