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III
The storms rage1 midwinter-time
Make the forest difficult to travel through
For the cold death reigns
Over all2 the land
And the fog is too thick
To glimpse God's house
Never before [had] I felt a cold so harsh
Never I saw a landscape so dead
God has no gifts for sweets of the autumn's3
Mirror
I realize the art of my torment
It's winter in the north
And the soul blackens
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skymf on 2018-11-07
skymf on 2018-11-07Added in reply to request by Necrophobic666
Necrophobic666 Last edited by skymf on 2019-02-08
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| 2. | Hordaland Doedskvad Part I |
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