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Cold...Pain...Hate...Clamour... Snow...Cutting...Mountains...Distance... Gray...Loneliness...Winter...Intensity... Golden...Balls...Turns...Into hymns... Monarch from the highest mountain Play the bells Between the eternal glaciers In the hierarch of the night's solitudes In the mansion that levitate in the gray sky In the millennium nocturnal approximation Golden bells from the eternal cold "blow the wings that comes from faraway ...Let the souls more close To the arrival of the great portal" "The moon claims the nights will be eternal Resisting by the lunar wings The nocturnay for wounded my eyes" "Levitation with the bells...Golden Bells from the Eternal Cold" (Snowstorm) From Letras Mania