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Cold, shivering in heaves
Traversing the coal black cliffs
High and silent
From the sky
A sharp eye peers at us
Watching and waiting
For us to fall
Into the pit of fate.
Aés a laraísé na xasukynla
Ór̂a bín kríñûnla kaípisé
Aŝe a äska
Ró óminala,
Memtiatap pinet ímas kízûsé
Ítap a dir̂atap
Kryhûkyet pinmu
Kó bí luóla qestämí.
