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