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Wind the purple pennant around the iron stake.

Pull the rough belt tighter cross the frozen lake.

Bow to the white silence - Adore the icy shrine.

A hail of stones comes over - All covering the spine.

We made a golden promise and swore we never part

The hymns sung to our glory will melt the hidden heart.

A rusted nail will hold us and bond us to the end

And even if we fall together we will stand.

Together to the holy heights – down to the icy cold

From eagle flight – to pits below

Heroic tales are told.

The rope connects our navel - Pumping the noblest blood.

A bite into the knuckle - That will untie the knot.

Smell the blue lavender - And stray through marble fields

Shattered in the canyons - The diamond shine reveals.

A storm will come, the rope will break

The oath of gorge is done.

Cold bodies swing in roaring winds

The covenant will last.