is blowing in my face melting the ice of death. Burnt alive victims around the cromlec'h in honour of my immortality. Crucified on The Oak. My blood
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wind is blowing in my face melting the ice of death. Burnt alive victims around the cromlec?h in honour of my immortality. Crucified on The Oak. My blood
