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Aeternus Beyond The Wandering Moon

The mountains are cold and strong the snow is pure and fresh this provides me with strength embraced by the grey mountains and the strong king winter,

Gazing at the landscape, after all you'll find my fellows there, on the tranquil traces of my white, clear land. No need to fear opening the gates to

Alone in the silence with the trees sleeping I am waiting patiently I am waiting for the storms Fresh and pure strength, I desire, and I will recieve

Through winter storms, be rode through icy mountains and cold valleys, be rode fear in his mind fear of death this fight could be his last one mans battle

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The mountains are cold and strong the snow is pure and fresh this provides me with strength embraced by the grey mountains and the strong king winter

Ta min sjel min vind fra nord la den fly med deg over de gronne enger of dype skoger hersker med makt Nar du sveiper over landet som tordern din bror

Castle of ice, a majestic sight. Falcons, eagles and mighty ravens circling above guarding this enchanting sight built out of dreams and wishes dreams

Alone in the silence with the trees sleeping I am waiting patiently I am waiting for the storms Fresh and pure strength, I desire, and I will recieve