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Catamenia Halls Of Frozen North

, hearing the whispering from the empty hall...diskies. Coming from graves, from the night, when the shadows of the winter rises from the north...wind

I am a night in to the darkness, only soul lost with me, I walk throught the night in to the forest and everything stays behind me, i`m waiting for another

dies, hearing the whispering from the empty hall...diskies. Coming from graves, from the night, when the shadows of the winter rises from the north...

Hear the whisper of north land frozen, soulless spirit sleeps heathen people in the winter prays mark of gathering. Autumn winds be gone will-o-the

wind lifted the dust in clouds in the desert, in the dry, sun sits so high. In a clear shade of dark of the trees in down below the wind rising from north