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hear my call

from my selfishly founded castle of solitude

behind these walls

an obscure ilusion of a warming touch of cold

this is where I would die alone

for the sake of holding up to what I know

this is where I would lie in sheets

so wet and cold and hungry for my blood

these walls so cold

the hearth inside is broken with melusine

these walls so old

they rise so high above, sealing me in

this is where I would die alone

for the sake of holding on to my throne

I crowned myself the prince of solitude

driving away everyone

hear my call

of a deluded mind finding comfort in

the embrace of cold

charmed and almost blind soul withering

this is where I would die alone

in my eternal glory I paved my way to hell

I fall asleep when wind cries

so nobody could hear me cry as well