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Once upon the winter-storm

The Snowflakes awaken from my name.

Slowly we rot in the woods

And the blood frozen in my veins.

From The blistering cold I cry out thy name

The darkness melts away my face.

Left alone into the nothingness

Lies upon the awakening rot.

Into The Cold Satanic Woods…

We’re all going to hell for this

From the clouds from the northern gods.

Down in the raw woods from where we rot

Spells us with the touch of human pain.

Into the cold Satanic forest.