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Funeral Rites
The Wintermoon
So cold, so gloomy, northern land
In the depth of virgin forest
He is asleep with disgrace
He summons me by hatred heart
I ponder on the sea of chaos
And decide in solitude
My journey will be so hard
The wintermoon's looking after me
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