The cold breath of winds will touch the white plains And blow the fresh snow off the trees in deep slumber The eternal blizzard remembers your vital remains Remaining a glacier The forest surrounding is in fact a closed gate The road back is hidden in snow and its going to fade The endless silence The sound of thunder breaks it and shows its might Frozen sky shining The light is fading, face the eternal night The forest surrounding is in fact a closed gate The road back is hidden in snow and its going to fade We are buried in snowstorm, we are deadly encumbered The cold breath of winds will touch the white plains And blow the fresh snow off the trees in deep slumber
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