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By the hands of violent winter, his fate was sealed |
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Crawling on the icy slopes with limbs frozen cold |
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Memories of untold torture, in his mind |
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Waking from the endless slumber leaving him numb |
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Creeping worms they eat his mind |
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Feelings blind this clouded time |
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They took his soul, so they could find |
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The truth |
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Feeling hate for usurpers gone mad |
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Reaching in for the power he had |
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Wanting more than he could give |
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But they would never falter |
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In his mind only memories of hate |
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Planted there by the monger's of fate |
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Reaching out for sanity |
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But hope is ever fading |
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Looking for the answer |
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Why did they do this to me? |
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Leaving me deserted |
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I never asked for this hell |
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Reaching out for fires burning, in his eyes |
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Hope is still a trusty friend but fires burn low |
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Snow keeps falling all around him, as he screams |
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Seemingly the only answer is from the void |
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Defeated and forsaken, he lies in fields of snow |
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Only sign of life his eyes, in panic seeking solace |
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Sun, rising high |
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Bringing, warmth and energy again |
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Waking up from a steady state |
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Of suspended animation |
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Blinded by these rays of light |
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Hailing from the sky |
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Senses now return to him |
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Tribulations feeling dim |
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Now a sordid memory |
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Impeding doom approaching |
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As he run, try to shake off the vice |
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No one hearing his desperate cries |
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The usurpers are hunting him |
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Hounds barking and wolves closing in |
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His escape was a futile attempt |
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He is hunted by common consent |
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Now returned to the bleak white cell |
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I hope that dying is the end of this hell [Solo] |
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Looking for the answer |
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Why are they doing this? |
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What is it |
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I have done? |
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To deserve this living hell |
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By the violent hands of winter, his fate is sealed |
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Dying by the hands of strangers leaving him cold |
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Memories of untold torture still in his mind |
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Never more awakening, this time it's the end |
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Defeated and forsaken, his peers would not let go |
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The trial was an endless one, and death did not yet show |
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Come, reap my life |
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Now, it's the time of my departure |
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Afore of him a shadow stands |
