The chilling ice the biting crystal Its cold breath bringing fear to my hear. chilling, soulless. Winter is come. Padding through our desolate wastes. Silenty Stalking us, Fearning none. Winter is come. A voiceless cry The land is dying. My blood, searing ice. My heart, torn crystal. Winter is come. The Heavens cry out Against the cold. Forever, still, crying out. Frozen in bitter terror bitter tears searing my frozen cheek Winter is come. Flee for your souls, you Quick, For Winter, Winter is come.
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