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Where the weeping reside

They cannot dare hide

Frost moves through the halls

Dark winter swallows it all

Hunger consumes their minds

The common don't want to die

Their neighbors flesh shall do

For bathing their blood will too

How long before they come in

Mouths drooling with their sin

The queen I will give them first

The children for dessert

Just let me be

Safe I will concede

Sorrow of a king

The king is at fault

The fields covered in ice

To live they pay the price

Their blades to cut off limb

Their sanity gone in the wind