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