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Consumed by the death now thou belongs to the icy earth

Thy spirit shall find the grave itself

Becoming the mist,

A mountain breath

An ominous voice that echoes through

the highest parts of the giant mountains

The omen of doom

Still haunts this world

In the search of darkness

Countless centuries thou have slept in darkness

Ravaged by the wind, immersed in dreams full of fire

Now shadow and flames devours the night

Painting the picture that wander through the sky

Praising the chaos

Mourning the dying embers of morning light

Then the bright sun has drowned the sky

And earth took a deep, deep breath

Raising the ashes blessing the night

The wind has scattered the mist