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This lake; these lands I stand upon,
Have and age - an epoch that can't be known.

They bear ancient names;
The only remnants of those here before.

I like to think that the ravens who come,
Bear their wayward souls back to this land they called home.

Deep in the wilderness, something screams.
Deep in the wilderness, something cries for its life.

We stand and listen as one unseen entity brutally overpowers another.
The unseen struggle, made vivid by presence of sound and lack of sight.

Deep in the wilderness, something screams and the forest comes alive, echoing whispers of fear and agony.
We stand and feel the tense air,

Like this mountain I am cold.
Like this mountain I do not forgive.
I hold in my heart unmeltable ice,
For my commanding fabric was sown together in this season's midst.

Season of horror,
To match your furious wonder
I need only look into my heart,

This, the day our sight beheld the darkened sky
And the sick glint of fear was shown in every eye.
Lost time and lost life, remembered nigh;
Now present and bleeding in every mind.

Let there be silence upon the land, that the approaching monster may be known.
Be still in body and defiant mind.
The Earth gave you life - Fear will preserve it.

Into the Abode of Wolves we are drawn, we, who live so fiercely.
We, whose passions burn so brilliantly, howl our rage into the endless sky and consume this moment entirely.

Into the Abode of Wolves we are drawn, we, who know no boundaries between our feet and this Earth.
We, who once were the final force of balance on this land can yet instill fear of those ancient times in the hearts of the weak.

The Reign of a Million Years collapsed all too quickly, as a new fearful beast ended our grand empire.
But when he falls and his proud monuments are reclaimed by the Earth, the abode of man will return to that of the wolves.

Something harsh approaches.
Skies blacken over a world of white.
Something in the air tenses,
And speaks of Time gone mad.
Anger is shown in the sky,
As hibernating fears awaken.
Aura of evil descends,
As a sleeping Winter landscape is touched by Violence.

Cold, frozen landscape, a throne of horror widening, image through the soul, weakening hope.

Life is a fire that won’t burn forever.
It freezes, it fades.
Hope is the curse of the individual.
It dies with him.
Fear is the individual’s lust for life.
Paralyzing, it kills.

In the depths of the cold seasons,
Dreams come to me;
Offering hellish torture,
Reminding me of what once was.
In the plaintive vision,
I remember a paradise that once was.

Surrounded by warmth,

From The freezing night
A new era dawns,
And the rage of Winter
Lays Persecution upon the land.

But Northern Blood always boils in defiance,
Rising continually after the oppressive cold strikes it down
As if the wolves of old still live within my heart,

Old wisdom shines like light
Across the void of time.
Old words fight decay
From foolish minds.
Ages die like fire
From the falling rain,
As our patriarchs
Smile and become the Earth.

Colossal things rose in my mountains;
Born of rocks and men.
They found within themselves a thirst for fire.
So followed many lands to take of my mountains
As monstrous works changed my land forever.

It was my land first
Where fire was found;

If freedom was to to fall from the heavens
As brilliant orbs of light,
The people of the mountains would catch them first
And hold them closely to their hearts.

If you hold close to your heart
A treasure greater than life,
You will know death before separation,

Endless nights of roaring wind, endless days of ocean blue skies over endless mountains within endless days of Winter's wrath.

These are the days that build the soul.
These are the nights that test the will.
These are the hours to gain pure wisdom.
These are the days to make one strong.

If you wish it, you may live among mountains tall.

Cold winds can appear to shatter the heavens,
As if they were black ice; glinting with starlight.
When these nights are long and darkness rules all time,
All dimensions fold back and become singular.

When the nights are long
It's as if Warmth's forgotten us,
And Darkness lives - surrounding the world . . .

Here is a place haunted,
Where shadow and soul are one,
And the land hides the horror
Of those who ran - ran for the dignity of men.

All that remains are stones
And whispered memories
For hope also fled,

Mountain winds howl
Tormented plaintive calls.

The land shudders
As if in agony.

Even during warn times
The echoes remain,

Over three days time,
My mountains, my beautiful mountains
Beheld immeasurable horror!

When men came to slaughter men-
My mountains beheld this-
When souls come to ashes,
And Death's roar loudens,

A nightmare of cold blasts sear through my weakened flesh, and like knives of hardened steel they puncture my very essence.
And as the ground reddens from my loss of blood,
I come to know that the weight of this day has grown dire.

Death-bound, but without fear,
Life and Death are but illusions.
Non-existence is but a concern of the extant.

A miracle are these mountains; they have withstood.
And cruelties many they have defied.

A miracle are these mountains, for they still stand.
The ages spared no hardship upon this tortured land.

Withstand the ages that would see your end.