When the cold of winter comes... And we come to end of days... The distant mountains call... We sail into the horizon... There's no turing back. Faces that are once remembered... Are forgottened. Dust and sand left sweeping across the earth... Smell of blood lingers in the air... Call of the mountains huants me.... Piercing through my heart and hurts me deeply. Here we go ... Never are we found again. Gone forever... To a place where we call home.
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