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A realm once green now ruled by Frost,
Where flesh and field both pay its cost.
Those dearly loved, forever lost...

Who will stay the Tyrant’s hand,
As ice and woe both grip our land
The helpless feel his frozen brand.

Now caged in Winter’s bitter chill,
Our people cry, their voices shrill
Eternal cold breaks down their will.

Our land oppressed by silent Cold,
We weary wretches, young and old,
Pray that Springtime loose his hold.

Our noble land, enslaved by Rime,
Is it our fate to freeze through time
If this be true, oh wicked crime.