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I will ride again

Beyond the moon wandering

in the land of the dead I am a king

Of these negative forces

reclaim the earth and burn down the heavens

A god who's kingdom lays within

but the cruel frosts and wintry winds

make it difficult for me to protect you from the cold

these icy shores are never

Ending this perennial cycle

and if I'm not back by dawn please call my name

Run into the night

Your snow covered heart is dripping away but mine is

shattering in the coldest of winds