Screams filled with sorrow
Echo from the woods
Tears drop to the ground
Colour my path blood-red
The Blade (so sharp & cold)
May the Spirits chant my name
Oh, the everlasting winter of my soul
ice burns my skin, I writhe in cold & grief
Nightwing calls...
Wailing of the Winds
Chills me from inside, snow is red around me
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