I am of the dead painted faces and blood running red .shadows they move through the flames but they are cold in artic ways. Satanica for I sold my soul Antarctica forever cold......frozen beaten broken and old my life I gave to him. Eternal damnation purifying light time has no meaning as day shifts to night. flames lick the bones of the recently dead they illuminate his eyes this demon of dread within his voice a banshees scream... evil incarnate malicious and mean. I prayed to him for guidance oh god help me now raise me from this pain. Satanica I sold my soul Antarctica forever cold. is this heaven within my mind is this hell am I still alive for this I must know. What Satan has taken cannot be mistaken my immortal soul. Cold cold cold break the ice from my bones take up my sword of hate and bring down the pearl laid-en gates .for once let us in. Cold cold rust turns to gold
Cold cold give back my soul cold cold....the gate will stay closed Antarctica forever.

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