As the dark sun rises
No spirits are left to dwell
No men are left to weep
This path is my own
When my screams pierce the sound of a dead sky (and shores afar)
Honor can't be taken from me, my finals days have yet to come
In this blackened wasteland, no trees sing to me
Only crimson stars are left to light my path
Treading on this hallowed ground, with sorrow bearing down
A certain end is near but still I carry on
Standing before the horizon
Beneath a burning sky
Where my heart guides me north
To the edge of the world
Forests torn asunder, Fjords drowned in grief
I wander the scorched plains of this land
to the breaches of the unknown
Forever bound to death
In the land where nothing lives
Standing before the horizon
Over valleys of snow
Where the whispers of wind
Carve my fate in stone

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