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 Descending Winters
 
 Out from the  into the south
 Winter turned his frozen 
 Tearing down the voices  living
 Leaving bodies buried  ice
 
 The wrath  distant clouds
 And the weeping of the  it will come
 Cold wind  the voice of doom
 Singing  for the damned
 
 Descending  for all lands
 All hope is gone in his 
  from the north into the south
  turned his frozen mouth
 
  the oceans and darkening the sun
 With little  it will come
 Enormous tide of burning cold 
 He will cleanse  land with single breath
 
 Descending  for all lands
 All hope is gone  his hands
 Out from the  into the south
 Winter  his frozen mouth
 
 No  can save us now
  the winds come roaring
  is no place to hide
  final season is close at hand
  the air so silent, it will come...
 
 Descending winters for all 
 All hope is gone in his 
  from the north into the south
 Winter  his frozen mouth