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Here I knees amongst the dead |
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My mind a clouded haze |
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Dancing o'er the field of death |
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A vixen calls my name |
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Behind the veil gossamer frame ivory white |
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Voice like a harp with cruelty in it's chime |
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The northern lights begin to dance the sky's alive |
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Her haunting laugh echoing off the ice |
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I'd die just to find what's behind the veil |
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She lures me through the snow-clad peaks |
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This wench in gossamer |
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My smoldering heard she hopes to reap |
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The Frost Giant's Daughter |
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She beckons me with body white and golden mane |
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To follow her across the icy waste |
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She taunts me on, entices me, to violent rage |
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My frozen limbs fed fire from the chase |
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I'd die just to find what's behind the veil |
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I'd die just to find what's behind the veil |
