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Walking through the woods... I realise;

We are a poisoned land

Feeling frosty winds... opens my mind;

Brings forth the memories

Staring through the eyes... of brainwashed souls;

No sense in their minds

Like a flock of sheep... with empty dreams;

Of light and paradise

I see a bleeding raven

Under white, silky carpets

And I realise, that raven is me

And in the Nordic mountains

I see frosty winds

And I realise, they are me

I am burning down... to the ground;

I turn to ash and dust

I will be no more... if I don't care;

If I just turn away

Feel the madness grow... it's getting strong;

It will betrawy us all

Don't just turn away... resist the lies;

It is your only hope