Born of frost and sacred flame
A daughter true, in Satan's name
The northern winds may howl and bite
but in the dark she is the light
Fear may whisper cold and deep
yet through the storm her soul won't sleep
like ice unbroken, strong and free
she walks the path of destiny
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