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- cifra   
 
   The storm is getting colder
 
 In a place of the frozen sun
 
 Alone on the mountainside
 
 Breathing the clearest winds
 
  
  The winds are everblowing
 
 Blowing off the glaciers
 
 Snow decend on the valley
 
 Into the high impassable drifts
  
 
 So rightly I am watching
 
 These mountains that I know
 
 Forever standing here
 
 These mountains northern face
  
 
 Mountains of might
 
 Mountains of might
 
 Mountains of might
  
 
 Icicled peaks as far as the eye can see
 
 I will reign this place alone
 
 Cold blew into the valley wall
 
 Snow was deeper there
  
 
 The storm is getting colder
 
 In the place of the frozen sun
 
 Alone on the mountainside
 
 Breathing the clearest winds
  
 
 Mountains of might
 
 Mountains of might
 
 Mountains of might