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Cold is my yell

As cold as sites of ancient fires

Like hell

My mind is burning with recollections of great days

My spirit's just the fierce force of northern gales

It seeks to break away like hell

The flame within my soul is flaring up again

There's no more doubt in my heart no chains

Strength is my nature firm will to win has been collected

I feel approach of last and fatal battle

The sky is lightened with queer crimson dashes

I will pour out my hate and threaten

My foes my wrath my hate will turn them into ashes

The shadows gather round and

Fill my soul with gloom

They never would compound

So I accept my doom