What do I seeOn the icy plainsThe desolate oneIt’s my terrainThe wind it blows coldHowling my nameI am the kingThe king of this wasteCan’t you see this barren landLain to wasteRavaged, scorched, yet frozenFrom your neglectI am the formless oneI came to saveYou are the chosen onesYou’ll be my slavesI stand on the glacierAbove it […]
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