[Johansson / Haglund]. . In the picture of the soldier. In a world that's getting colder. Colors balms for my kind. Some were looking for this haven. Rumors blowing in the wind.
[Johansson / Nordlund / Haglund]. . He's an unholy ranger, not a logical trainer. A prior and preacher with style. No one knew he was able. No one heard 'bout the chamber.