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I walk through this mountains alone

Surrounded by hollow trees

They don’t understand my vision

Of my beatiful homeland

As I stumble through the drifts of white

A warrior in a dying land

But I will not give up the fight

I’ll stand proud and make my stand

If no one else will join me,

let them turn their backs and flee.

My path is carved in frost and blood,

and only my gods will walk it with me