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Delight of the moon is burning inside

Spiritless I lay on cryptic stones

Mesmerizing snow wait silent above me

And my yeam for frost grow strongly

I am demon

A demon with a shadowed face

Entering to my wintercoffin

A waiting to see the dawnless realms

Staring into the ground of glass

A perfect view I could failed into my eyes

The unsilent storms in the north abyss