Ego Fall
wind the horn
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Sounding Far Away
When my spirit was roaming among the winter's fog I saw my grey brother
Drinking my blood. My body lay on the snow, disabled, mortally wounded.
I, the last of the mountain's clan. Pursued and wounded by enemies,
Passed away in this place.
I'm still hearing the horn sounding far away, Herds of ravens are
Following
There. But I can't get there anymore... I am so far from my burnt home.