| Once was a time, in the white desert cold
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| And a place she could call her own
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| Then came the darkness, fear, grievance and hate
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| From the hands of Gods, it’s gone forever now
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| The dream of a man, and whisper of tears
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| All gone with the wind
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| Black endless night, in the shadows of hell
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| The fearful disk stood before the sun
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| So the lights of her father God shined not upon her land
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| In her castle of frost she swore for revenge
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| Far to the north, the call of retaliation
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| Open up, wide the gates of Havenrod
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| Solan has called the help of the one
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| Over the frost where the white mountains lie
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| What will future be, in the shadows of a word?
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| To be a queen: an oath upon the sword
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| And a tale.
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| And the tale carries on
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| The ghost of a word, a promise unsaid a whisper away
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| For the helpless we left our homes behind
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| And to our destiny, we carry one
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| The dark clouds are far and yet I’m so cold
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| It seems that we’ve reached the end of the world
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| For the twilight we’ll take our swords
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| And to Eldergrave we’ll fight our way
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| Our fathers and brothers are dying in vain
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| But this is our oath: we’ll get our revenge
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| Solan has called the help of the one
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| Over the frost where the white mountains lie
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| What will future be, in the shadows of a word?
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| To be a queen: an oath upon the sword
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| And a tale. |