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witticism - storm of doom lyrics

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vast waves rise high into grey winter skies

the salty spray scourges in our faces

weâ´re fallen from heavens grace

a strong wind bows as we’re heading home

but confident we still gaze into the waves

the north wind bowed and filled our sails

a guiding sign,

time had come for us to leave

through blistering wind and crumbling sea we brawl

a glory fate the norns for us did weave

all of sudden

chill winds p-sses our hair

the winter sun clears the misty way

now that we see this bleak scenery

weâ´re heading towards the gates of nifelhel

- witticism lyrics

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