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Beneath the pale, firmament

Becalmed, upon a frozen shore

Within this earthly, Tartarus

Their souls, forever lost.

Endless rains of snow, descend

Unending, emptiness

The cold, gnaws upon their bones

And winter, claims them all

A field of stone beneath them

Without feature or form

A march to false horizons

Before the midnight sun

One by one they die

Frozen and starving, they succumb

Their stories lost to time

The passage never found

The silence once more returns

The shroud of death

What use are crowns or gold to,

Nature's wrath

His own imperial designs

As man proposes

But nature won't be denied

As god disposes

As they waste and weaken

Hunger scours their resolve

Nothing left to be consumed

Nothing but the flesh of man

One by one they die

Frozen and starving, they succumb

Their stories lost to time

The passage never found