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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 yearn for frost grow strongly

I'm a demon, a demon with a shadowed face

Entering to my wintercoffin, awaiting to see the dawnless realms

Staring into a ground of glass

A perfect view I could have falled into my eyes

Unsilent storms in the north abyss