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In the desolate cold my soul suffers

On a distant land far from home

I left my human life

To release my evil spirit

As the night falls i start to think

What i've done all these years

In sorrow and depression my tears fall

Into the cold ground

No one is designed to suffer

But i was born to do

Escape from my thoughts

And be free in the nature

(Coldness, pain, suffering, die)

With death i believe in life

I don't need to hide

Through the forest we all roam

In the same place