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Black clouds fill the sky

the winter wind blows cold.

Riders run through the night

towards the storm.

The wind shouts with rage, the Blizzard now begins.

They ride through the snow, danger's on the way.

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Ride, or die out in the cold.

The Blizzard will have you.

Blinded by the snow

and deafened by the wind.

They try to resist and to go on.

The tracks they leave behind on the ground,

soon fade in the white lost in the storm.

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Chilled to death the frost grips their hearts.

Their souls fly away on the wind.

They die victims of the storm

raging on the land

leaving devastation.

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