my pale soul on one of my bold mountains shines
under my moon i hold my torch high i stand up
against my black sky glow in the light of the
moon more and more as the unpure blood the skulls
in my belt so does my sword runs off and down on
my bold strong mountain if runs my mountain
drinks it calls the rain it calls my father
brutally they come deep into my pale soul as
thunder they slam their powers i scream in pain
and lust my wind brings the rain from my mighty
oceans i scream and laugh my black sky is still
clear under my moon as i dance the dance of war
in my storm on one of my seven mountains
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