Across the burning mountains, pondering eyes will see
The peaks of the cold, of winter’s majesty
Where the last of mountaineers, hold evil at bay
To protect the ancient kingdom, of darkness and dismay

Beyond the great mountain, naked eyes will see
Frozen lakes are guarded, by winter’s majesty
In the realm of the kingdom, we see the iron gates
A stronghold of light, against forces of dismay

The trees stand tall, over snow-covered hills
Roads carry the sign of the age
As they fade and fade from sight, engraved in winter’s white
I enter, the ancient city’s gates

Across the cursed lands, a beacon of hope
In deepest keeps, rests a king of light on his throne

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