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From your ancient forests
Beyond the walls of time
You return, oh, melancholic wind
Of impious eternity...

With your suffering chant
Like a profane chalice
You shall pour, over the men of mud
The black poison of desolation...

"No abodes do we here keep
Ready for the impure!
An ice-cave to their bodies would our pride be
And to their spirits!"

Wind of enigmatic pain
What hiddens knowledge do you bring
Along with you ethereal song
of tragic legends?

And as strong winds will we live abovem them,
Neighbors to the eagles,
To the snow and to the sun
Thus live the strong winds

Powerful imperial winds
Forgotten by the fear of the weak
Shall swepp away with everything in this world
Only the purest will endure your plaintive grief

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