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Dormant walls twisted with its cold perception

As skies abound with raging winter, he stands and gazes inwards

At dreams and shards of shattered lives

That slowly descend into shadowed lives

Voiceless cry goes not unheeded

He knows the truth, he knows the lies

And he knows that it matters not

As cries abound with raging life

That is not dead which eternal lies

After stranger aeons even death may die

His steps increase with forgotten pain

He cries, he dies, he cries

Darkness engulfs, whispered screams of pained rebirth

The darkness consumes....

He cries, he dies, he cries

Elder gods that slumber as dead

Aeons of confinement now unshackled

As the chains of torment fade away

They rise as long before