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Through the mist so steep and wild
Snowdownia calls when the spirits abide
The winds whispers tales of the ancient and bold'
With the mountain of dreams in my arms i hold
The sky grows heavy the clouds starts to frown
Each step of battle as the sun sinks down
The crying rocks sing in the voice of the past
Echoing whispers of legends that last
OH SNOWDONIA FEARS SET FREE
YOUR PEACEFUL SECRETS THAT CALL TO ME
THROUGH MIGHTY WINDS AND SHADOWS THAT PLAY
ILL FIND MY SOUL ON YOUR RIGHT WAY
The snowstorm rages a tempest divine
A symphony of chaos a celestial sign
I cry to the heavens to lend me their might
As natures fury swallows the light
But in the chaos the stillness is found
The storm causes alot more than no resound
The stars speak through like a distant wind
Snowdonias beauty goes soft and dim
OH SNOWDONIA FEARS SET FREE
YOUR PEACEFUL SECRETS THAT CALL TO ME
THROUGH MIGHTY WINDS AND SHADOWS THAT PLAY
ILL FIND MY SOUL ON YOUR RIGHT WAY
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