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In your shadow cold I stand
Frost covers your spine
While some are shifting to the tides
Your name is ever ringing free
Place of worship shrine of old
A gift of gods lo' and behold
Your peaks shadow on the waves
Mirror of your ancient days
A blade is cutting through the sky
Sheltered in darkness abiding time
You take all light at last
And I remember my pagan past
