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Sheltered from

The raging storm

In the reflection

Of hubris

The clocked

Kingmaker abides

The hunter

Claiming his throne

The whispering winds

Summons

The spirits of fire

And ice

(Fire and ice)

(Fire and ice)

To enter the house

Of the fallen

To dwell within

Borders of time

(Aw)

(Aw)

(Aw)

(Aw)

Niu em ek

Mœòra mögr

Niu em ek

Systra sonr

(Niu em ek)

(Mœòra mögr)

(Niu em ek)

(Systra sonr)

Niu em ek

Mœòra mögr

Niu em ek

Systra sonr

(Niu em ek)

(Systra sonr)

Niu em ek

Mœòra mögr

Niu em ek

Systra sonr

Tall are the beacons

Of might

Thick are the walls

Of the blind

Withered are the fields

Of the devoted

Tireless, the howls

From inside

Emerge will the ones

That were buried

When the roots

And the branches

Are dead

Echoes of

The roaring silence

Will resound

Beyond borders

Of space

Sheltered from

The raging storm

In the reflection

Of hubris

The navigator

Of time returns

Detecting a path

That was lost