In this chilly night
I am seeking once more
In this cold
I look to the moon
As I receive that celtic call
The spirit is in me
Over the frozen battlegrounds
Cause I have the power
My body is turning
In to a shadow
A I seek for the
Eternal war spirit
The moon and it's ritual
For ages I knew my call
I am thy one
Over the frozen battlegrounds
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