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The winter wind blows

I hear his gloomy wail

In the shadows of endless pain

The cold of my blood

Petrifies the withered flesh

Inert my hollow corpse

Empty

Deep is the Understanding

Omens of an early death

Involuntary the Suffering

The tenacius discussion of the existence

Derelict absorbed by the moarning song of the moon

Hope lost with

The past decades

There is no escape

The path is one

Forsaken ancestors

Their graves i'll praise in stealth

Soon i will unite to them

A feigned sense of euphoria.

Running through the putrid blood

Mimic resilience

Empty corpses haunt these lands

Potion Hungry Souls

Uncertainty, self-destruction, sorrow

Empathy an absurd abstraction

Like an unholy hatched

Slightly rot in my guts

It Snatches

Death is the gate

To our dismal end

for an excuse of life

Insignificant and somber

A Forlorn Wretch

Deep is the Understanding

Omens of an early death

Involuntary the Suffering

The tenacius discussion of the existence

Derelict absorbed by the moarning song of the moon