| Two fires places at the sides
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| Of an ornate door
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| Telling truth from reality
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| Meant to make visitors get in touch with
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| Their own future and past
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| In the light she dwells alone
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| In this fairytale undone
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| Dare the river, enter the void
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| To your consciousness demise
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| Somewhere so near or anywhere so far
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| Rot with feelings, love misery
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| Way too deep to comprehend
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| Too dark to find the end
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| Demons play corrupting the pure
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| Bcause their thirst is nevr quenched
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| Out of here but still so close
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| Leeches feed on our soul
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| Where ashes set a new beginning
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| An old life is drowned in dust
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| Then there was blood on the snow
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| As proof of humanity lost
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| Thousand winter spent to mourn
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| And cope with things that never were
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| Then there was blood on the snow
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| And they got lost in the fog
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| All the memories lie untold
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| Forever trapped in frost
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| Out of here but still so close
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| «The Tyrant knows and learns…»
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| Leeches feed on our soul
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| «…faster than them all»
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| The old relics reflect demise in all their decay
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| Beware of the quiet creek
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| Cause you never know when the flood will come
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| As still waters run deep
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| His weakness is, again, nonexistent
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| He laughs as they get devoured by the flame of their inner selves
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| As he sits on his throne again
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| Then there was blood on the snow
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| As proof of humanity lost
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| Thousand winter spent to mourn
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| And cope with things that never were
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| Then there was blood on the snow
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| And they got lost in the fog
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| All the memories lie untold
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| Forever trapped in frost |