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Finally the hills open

Without hesitation it was thus spoken

Coming to the scent of death

Pleasure will be your legacy

Refuge of forces

Exchange of fire and ice

Will emerge from the earth in dreams

The answer, of his calling

So says

The oracle

Victory

Power and desire

So says

The oracle

Victory

The key is the secret

Early, to celebrate

Your pleasures

Control the fury

To tame the marble maiden

Requires coolness and tenderness

Beyond astonishment, the great will

Following the journey, far from the sea

It's a clear day, and the cold is with us

It's the end of the valley

We sing songs!