| The illustrious obstructions at the skyline
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| Keep intelligentials inside their walls
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| A labyrinth built of gelid brine
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| Where inclement weather feeds the wintry pall
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| Here I call out to polaris
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| Screaming from bone and marrow
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| The echo should reach even solaris
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| But seems trapped in passages narrow
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| No melting, no sublimation at this place
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| The glacier’s crack got it’s prey
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| Like a demon with a dreadful face
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| Tearing all senses away
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| I’m trapped in the dark, in the white
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| Waiting to get a glimpse of the skies
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| But this cave-like space swallows all light
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| I’m stuck in miles of ice
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| Yet the thoughts accumulate
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| But not those of hope and aid
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| Cause no sane civilisation will reach this crate
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| Iceolated in mile-spread arcades
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| I hear the storm howling above
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| But the sound of breaking ice is louder
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| Sharp edges with intention to clove
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| Decorated with nature’s cold powder
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| Broken arms, broken knees
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| Broken chest, finally peace!
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| No melting, no sublimation at this place
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| The glacier’s crack got it’s prey
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| Like a demon with a dreadful face
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| Tearing all senses away |