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Arriving at northern shores, where the ancients
Fell, and whose stories bards still tell
Reaching the end of the world we know
Misty shores, where ice rests with the snow

Visions turn bleak, as mist descends
So cold, these shores, where winter never ends
A sight so pale, yet the fallen of old
They speak to my soul, and their stories unfold

Ships ran ashore, and the mighty fell
Of every lineage, amongst all who dwell
These waters have seen the passing of all times
Where in the distance a harbour bell chimes

The wind sweeps up the snow so cold
The mist and frost then took their hold
Of the land and the sea, a fire burned dim
It was carried away, as the cold winds still skim

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