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On this cold and dark night
I look at the window, withered flowers
Wind blows this hunger night
I feel alone, like a troll
Gods are my only friends
On my farm, blood plantation
Increasingly isolated, called of the gods
Cultural heritage, climbing the mountain
To hunt for a religion
Feel the call, Odin chose me
Pure and true humans
The pain hugs me on this Nordic mountain
Cold, hunger atmosphere
Descendant of the gods
Hunger atmosphere
