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The last birds have left Exiled by winter Lights of the north A dancing halo Stretching over mountains The whispers forge every lake Far have you wandered Lay down Close your eyes Embrace the final rest Long lasting calls wither and die A fading sun A falling star A growing rage A distant roar Your fire betrayed you The scent reveals where you hide Shadows reaching to claim your reeking skin Signs of a storm, no need to repent This wall is heading for you, its will is your end From Letras Mania