The Cold Wind of My Breath Is Always Blowing
Gris
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The rain through who I rode is ethereal
Our forests are eternal
The cold wind of my breath is always blowing
In the frost that lies beneath the sky
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The snowy mountain
The freezing glance of the moon, so cold
On my narrow path to darkness
Beholding the eternity…