A cold wind blows through the morning mists.
The forest sings a sylvan chorus of icy beauty.
The trees creak with stress of frozen winters.
The ground... barren and lifeless.

And I, under a blanket of night,
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listen to the winter madrigal.
The power of its majestic song
fills me with strength beyond men.

O' sylvan winter madrigal,
bless me with your frozen spirit...