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High, this domain up above the soil On the top of mountains, where Mother Earth pierces the clouds Between valleys and crests, and across desertic vastness Through barren plains and fields, onward to the path to a sacred land Thus the nordic winds will guide his march to rise in eternal night Gods of thunder will strike and bring the flame unleashing his might Thus the nordic winds will guide his march to rise in eternal night Gods of thunder will strike and light the fire of the ancient clan Ice, this domain overhangs the land Upon the tops of forests, majestic woods and without end Amidst the expanses of meadows and arid landscapes The winter will prevail and dominate by its shroud of frost Thus the nordic winds will guide his march to rise in eternal night Gods of thunder will strike and bring the flame unleashing his might Thus the nordic winds will guide his march to rise in eternal night Gods of thunder will strike and light the fire of the ancient clan He is the one who knows it all A strong man dressed in a robe of ice A burning soul for an idol blessed He is the one to rule the land and judge the fools He is the guardian of the sacred mountain, the Wise By the power of the ancient words He owns the magic to strike Glorious protector of the pagan pride Bow down before your patriarch tonight From Letras Mania