Dreaming landscapes frozen I wander
How many miles or did i never made a step
I am a column of fire in the bloodred snow
Ready to set the world ablaze
...And thorns became god
Cursed by a creature, more hated than life
A vision appeared as clear as december
Reality no longer exists in the dance of the siluettes
Beyond the stench of light
In the dungeons of pureness
I seek for abysmal darkness
Beyond the gates of slavery
I enter the shrine of silence
Mesmerize me, infernal one!
...Yet as the phantoms of winter fell
And the signs disappeared from the sky
Being turned into nothingness, and nothingness decayed
Chased through a labirinth of frozen faces
Surounded by fog ...surreal
The ember is burning down
...And thorns became god
seduced by a creature, which dies in anguish
The vision returned as filthy as hell
Know that it was an illusion to dream this winter alone...

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