The snow thick on the ground
The forest vast and unknown
The wind howling through the trees
The wolves howl through the storm
The ancient evil ones emerge
When there’s no trace of light
In the screaming winter
In blackest night

My people born into frost
Our wilderness deadly
From children we’re taught
To be quick or be dead
But still sometimes in the darkness
A hand reaches out and grabs
And those that they take never return

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