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“Sweat and delusive,

bemoaning smell of distress

disengage me peversly from paralysis

and I try to open my eyes…”

…Inside the tower,

forever drowned in darkness

My bleeding heart is frozen with snow

And as the master’s call frightens me up

I will repress these last screams inside my mind

Banning them into the forest of oblivion

Falling to my knees I pray for clemency

And this tomb makes me feel alone, so alone…

“As the night falls,

Claw of winter reaching me

Makes me feel the silent, creeping

Agony of perish

And the prophecy will come true

In dawn.”