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I let the wind blow my tears away

As the air and sky turns cold and grey

I sense no hope for tomorrow nor sorrow

Even if this should be my last day today

The mourning groan of willows torn

Devours the sigh of wispering leaves

And I with them, fall to the ground

Struck by the violent storm

My eyes can see though my tears have turned into ice

Cutting my flesh like glass

Knives - the air that I breath, of iron cold as ice

Carving the flesh from my soul

As every bird has ceased to sing

Something new is filling the air

Increasing silence, enhanced by the cold

Since both life and death is now annuled

My eyes can see though my tears have turned into ice

Cutting my flesh like glass

Knives - the air that I breath, of iron cold as ice

Peeling the flesh from my eyes