| Footprints entrenched deep in the snow
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| The winds howl and the forest whispers
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| Dark shadows dance across the white ground
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| As the bitter winter takes its tole
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| Echoes through the trees from the night dwellers
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| The silence of death approaches
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| Clawing at the bark… Falling to his knees
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| Nothing to hear his pain but the forest itself
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| The night air filled with sweet agony
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| Bloodshot eyes darting rapidly for any threat or foe
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| None to be seen, but he felt the presence
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| Back to his feet… His heart pounding…
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| In his weakened state he still fights
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| The further he goes the thicker the snow
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| Glaring yellow eyes from the dark cracks in the woods
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| Howls in the distance… Howls of hunger
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| They can smell the fatigue. |
| They can sense the loss
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| His feet collapse from beneath
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| Sense starts to fade in this white tomb
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| Slowly his eyes close as the cold takes over
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| Eternal life through death
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| With no regrets
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| He was not a god fearing man
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| Nor a fake idol worshipping man
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| He lived in the same way manner he died…
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| Bitter, cold and nurelenting
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| And now he is no more |