From fire of sunless to coldness of night.
The snowflake fall in my morning
Everyone will hunt you in the tired warrior's arena
and hum of the wounded swords
When the ominius ages dark lullabies heart
Night voices was following
one another night voices was like biting
The nightriders was ahead to offer the morning of earth
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