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Through the snows of the Astal Fog Valley

Grayhaired Horizons

And the Distance won't tell a word

No sigh of sadness would ever sound here...

The ones enwinged to fly are aiming to...

The boards of DrakkarSoul have overrun the wailing Wind

Upon the pathways of the Thirsty Moon

To Ride the Way

Behind the doors of Soul

When his body is caressed by the flames

He would cut the silence of the Distance

With the Only Breath into the Roaring Mouths of Depths