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Its show Itself

Only trought the forest

Of winter

It let itself

Only be embraced by the dead

A taste of the past

When the old places were burnt

Beings of chaos

Only be embraced by the dead

Bloody spikes

Colliding tridents

A path to the high hall

Crawling

Endlessly

A feeling of the ominous underworld

Keep crawling

To the pit

Throughout the years

Kept is solid presence

The taste of the abyss

Eternal fire!