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The battle has been won

with frozen heart I run

across barren snow fields to my doom

Her hair is elfin gold

Her silver laugh rings cold

This strange and lovely wight I chase

to the end of the earth

Beyond the hills

I know not what trials I may face

But still I follow

The cruel maiden of the snow

She spurs me to my doom

She is like the dawn running naked o’er the snow

With wicked mirth she calls for her brothers

Their mail is white with hoarfrost

their axes raised to strike me dead

But none can stop my quest to find

The cruel maiden of the snow

Her brothers wish to have my bones

She spurs me to my doom

(The battle commences here)

A strike from a sturdy hand

Wakes me from the land

That could have only been a dream

My comrades ask why I

Endured so long a flight

But i cannot see the nymph I chased

into the realm of her kin

Beyond these lands I

know not what love I may taste

But in dreams i still chase

the cruel maiden of the snow