The longing for the desired power burns,
with cold blue flames it takes my sleep
and yet so harsh, I listen to its freezing shrieks of woe...

The desire for betrayal
to a land never loved
where anguish dwells
and hatred devours my existence...

The longing for cold...
The essence of snow...

The wounds of the past deepen every second.
The present suffocates me with its sharp, burning claws.
It speaks a known language,
The language of the damned

The urge to murder...
The urge to bury them deep...
To forget them all,
to feel their blood in my hands...
The torment of the caged freedom...

Thrashed hopes of a distant new day
in which I shall rise
and feel the quintessence of existence...
The cool air...
The piercing breeze...

Memories stab my sanity.
Tears aren't enough
to drown them
but blood is

The embers shall turn to flames again...
The tree shall grow again...
The stone shall become mountain...
What once was shall be once again!!!

Blaze! Grow! Arise!

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