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Snow is coming, before long we'll be buried Blanket of purest white atop frozen earth Howling wind bites your cheek, and chills to the bone Fimbulwinter, three years of harshest cold Then the war of the gods and the end of the world, or so it is foretold In the poem, three winters then war spreads throughout the land Blood is spilled of gods and men by the serpent All the world set ablaze, and the sky splits in two Fimbulwinter, from their homes the people flee Then the sun turns to black and Earth tumbles down into the sea Dreaming of Fimbulwinter on this snowy night Dreaming of Fimbulwinter on this nor'easter night
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