Behind the curtain pale and disgusting of our world,
Hides a land of cold and ice,
Where forgotten legends still carve its ramparts.

The immensity of these white and frozen Gods,
Reminds us those old battles full of courage and beauty.

All their tracks have disappeared, but their spirit remains.
These sleeping giants dream of bygone days...
But they will always be the guardians of the temple.
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One day, these gods will wake up...
They will deliver their message...
And they will expand their rage too long forgotten...

A huge wind caresses the autarkic crests of these icebergs...
Allowing their eternity,
They contain the ancestral knowledge

The gates of the white kingdom will open
To spread the icy mist of the past on the world.
The time of our land of cold and ice arrives.

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