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At the highest point I stood,awaiting winters disciples By the time of the fullmoon I met the wind Like a coat it swep over me,the northern wind It took me where no man had been,to the lands of christian sin Over icy lands we rode I saw the seeds we had sown Through bloodred skies we marched Leaving our mark I truly rode the infernal forces,now one of them was mine One of four securedthe rest I'll rule in time A travel in ancient times,I rode the icewinds
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