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Abandoned warriors without their lord Sticking swords in their bodies Blood mixed with snow Shining the last stars' glance Drifted up into the sky Our finest thoughts and ideas Shrouded in snow Exiting one by one When cold winds and freezing snowstorm Dancing in the wild rage Evaporating the last hope Laughing mixing with lamentation Swords rammed in the ground Frozen with the long sleep Monuments of the ancient glory Enveloped in thousands of years old mists It is too cold to utter the words Which could soothe the pain and give hope Whisper at least a course The one who will come to kiss your lips The fire that never died down The fire that still burns Far away beind the misty horizon No one has power to go and bring it home... From Letras Mania