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Where Cold Winds Blow

Where Cold Wings Blow I (was) laid to Rest

I Can not reach my Rusty Weapons

the Blood and Sword that Guided my Path

for they Drowned in the Sands of Wisdom



I was, indeed, a King of the Flesh

My Blackened Edges; still they were Sharp

Honoured by the Carnal Herds

but asketh thou: Closed are the Gates?



My Mind cut my Winged Weapons

and Teeth that was my Pride

And from the Forest all would hear:

Where Cold Winds Blow /

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