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Emerging from the barren wastelands

Ice erects its
fearsome monument;

Crafted by the winter storms,

Sculpted by the harsh,
frosted breeze.

Dark winds of nightfall chill my soul

As flickering
shadows mock my weary way.

Under the screen of darkened skies

The black
seeds of chaos grow.

This cold world lies deep inside me;

Brooding
within my severed veins.

As the thorns of winter pierce my skin,

Thorns
of winter

Deathly pale spirits of suffering

Thorns of winter


Sinister spectres of malice and discontent

The flame is torn from my
wounded heart.

Descending to an eternal winter,

My haunted body, mind
and soul.

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