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in every night I wish that I was not back

my soul travels through the forests of old

the true gods longtime forgotten

monoliths built by the wind and the past

hidden in the woods of my past

in every winter I feel so old

in every winter I feel so cold

old as the light

cold as the night

tears from the eyes so cold...

tears from the eyes so cold...

beware the light

it can take you away...

for all eternity...

I have never really lived...

between misty woods

between frozen mountains

in the black of the night

here I wait