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Wintered landscape eternity of virginity Cradle of an ancient disappeared society You don't see a life you don't hear a sound The land of the nihilists has finally been found All seems to be dead and petrified by the cold Red moon burning through the iciest winds of sorrow Old domain of a spectral entity imprisoned in frost Embracing the infinite abyssal white horizon All seems to be dead and petrified by the cold Red moon burning through the iciest winds of sorrow... Ghost of a comet congealed for thousand years Stellar forest of firmament lighten by its glare Frostbitten site whitely wrapped of purity Mighty Raven Witness of the Northern Glory... From Letras Mania