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Icy River

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from Old, Blackened Century by Flaming Tusk

 
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Souls of the vanquished
As mist fill the air
From the icy river
I raise my hands

The mountains cry to me
Great warrior, what have you done?
The river cleanses me
Unwoven, the blood gone

With each brittle, burning breath I take
My spirit shivers, dead
In the icy river
My life disappears

The blood washes away
The spirits come to claim their own
Great river, save me
Make me as cold and calm
As the snows, as the stars


Creeping icy fingers
Crawl hroughout my skin
One by one, taking the memories

Numb me, take me
Into your frigid heart
Surroundings melt away
The pupil dilates

No heat, no life
Naked soul, born of light
Lose yourself
In the cold

Swim through the river with me
My brother in night
Truest being
Naked soul

In the cold
Naked soul

And from the river, I rise
Heavy with flesh again
But light without that weight
Of the forbidden, of the blood
The mountains howl, but I do not hear
The spirits call, but I do not fear
I rise up from the icy river
And move back into the white
And move into the immaculate night
And move into the immaculate night
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from Old, Blackened Century, released 19 January 2010
Music: Don Blood
Lyrics: Stolas Trephinator
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