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I am the beast in passionate pain, I am the grim being of the highlands Of the other side... I am winter when you freeze, I am the hammer and you are the anvil, Forever in warfare my heart is With my passion of despair, Still though I was there when the hills were born,And when the wind blew for the first time, So there are reasons for my existence,Seems like I dwell in a circle,Somewhere in the Nordic Hemisphere, Where the howling winds rage and the mountains are majestic I can breathe, And where there is Human flesh I feel strangled