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The land murmurs to me in the solitude of the night

The stars behold me like frozen eyes in the sky

The cold air cuts my face like blades

The moonlight shows itself through the leaves of trees

Older than the last of the masters that governed the earth

They will return to reign where men do

The wind moaned their voices like screams in hell

Desolating my soul that is crawling through a frozen plain

My soul was taken where the ancient rits were howled once

There the sun is weak and with less shine than a star

Among piles of bones they spoke to me about the corruption of souls

Showing me the grace of primeval rain before the dawn of men

Is a shameful secret, freedom isn't made for everyone

They'll try to tame you with faith and the cross

Confront your way with courage, stay strong

The unyielding spirit never kneels down