Piercing blasts from the north, under stormy skies
On the altar of pagan gods,
I spill the blood
in Immoral realms of frost
there them sorrowful cries
for you I sacrifice
following the solitudes path
the blood of mine was dripping
my way had no return
driven by the will of clarity.
I am alone, I stand on hill
I hear the wind, Loneliness and sadness
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