Wind howling!Chest pounding!Cheeks aflame,Sun turned to ice,Run, roe deer, do not stop!Brave man,Why do you cry?!The frost won't dry your tearFor nowhere,For no one,Ah, youth, that I have no more!
Fire in the Frost
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