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A soul awakens, in the days of the dead.
A divine crystal structure envelops it's heart.

I watch it rise,
As the flowers wilt and die.
The flowers die,
As the lochs will turn to ice

So watch it rise,
As the flowers wilt and die
Oh the flowers die,
As the lochs now turn to ice.

But the figure of frost approaches,
The face, blank, yet familiar.

I realise...
I am the figure, condemned by cold.
And my fate, to absorb the soul.

Freeze the lochs and shatter my crystal spine.
This is I,
This is my time.

The journey of my crystal spine.

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