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Called by A Winter Chant
Summon The Ancient Kings
A Nameless Fetid Sin
Lies In The Chilly Air
I Watch The Gods of Chaos
On Their Way Through Northern Lands
The Wind Was Freezing Cold
And The Sky Was Ruled By Flames
A Winter Storm Filled My Wings
And I Flew Aloft To Follow Them
I Rode The Wind Through The Night
And Knew That I Was The Chosen
A Winter Chant... Grips For My Soul
The Seven Kings of The New Aeon
Gathered In This Pagan Land
I Followed Their Speechless Calls
I Was Their Disciple And Heir
A Winter Chant... Grips For My Soul