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When it hits you that something is wrong
as if time has suddenly stopped
When you notice something abnormal
and you sharpen all of your senses
I am on my way, I am on my way
Even if nothing has yet happened
You make yourself small, becoming small and scared
I am on my way
Here you see me in all my splendor, kneel in the dirt
I am always on the hunt, for wealth and accolades, mooooney and power
Keel in the dirt, for the miiighty Maaaga Khan
When the evening wind becomes cold against your chin, and when you have no candles to light
When you tumble around as if you were deaf or blind, and you fear anything can happen
I can promise that you will reap what you have sowed
flee from me, soon it will be too late
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He is the cold wind from the north, that sneaks in where you live, he knows where you are, and follows your trail, he is closer than you think
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Translation of lyrics if anyone cares:
When it hits you that something is wrong
as if time has suddenly stopped
When you notice something abnormal
and you sharpen all of your senses
I am on my way, I am on my way
Even if nothing has yet happened
You make yourself small, becoming small and scared
I am on my way
Here you see me in all my splendor, kneel in the dirt
I am always on the hunt, for wealth and accolades, mooooney and power
Keel in the dirt, for the miiighty Maaaga Khan
When the evening wind becomes cold against your chin, and when you have no candles to light
When you tumble around as if you were deaf or blind, and you fear anything can happen
I am on my way, I am on my way
I can promise that you will reap what you have sowed
flee from me, soon it will be too late
I am on my way
Here you see me in all my splendor, kneel in the dirt
I am always on the hunt, for wealth and accolades, mooooney and power
Keel in the dirt, for the miiighty Maaaga Khan
He is the cold wind from the north, that sneaks in where you live, he knows where you are, and follows your trail, he is closer than you think
Here you see me in all my splendor, kneel in the dirt
I am always on the hunt, for wealth and accolades, mooooney and power
Keel in the dirt, for the miiighty Maaaga Khan
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