| Beyond sight eyes are blinded by the ice
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| A wind filled with fury slashes through hands
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| Mountains surrounding their prey, devoid of hope
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| On what can we live here?
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| Where can we find the path forward?
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| The air gets colder, though the days grow longer
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| The forest provides no shelter from the weather
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| Survivors of the wilderness rarely show themselves
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| The ones left behind never reaching the tranquil of a grave
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| Mountains surrounding their prey, devoid of hope
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| On what can we live here?
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| Where can we find the path forward?
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| Life does not face death
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| Only suffering and pain
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| Our ability to roam taken from us The strength of our steps exhausted
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| Feeble and lacklustre
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| Lost in doom
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| The weight of the sky, singing like a choir
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| Our ears tormented by its tones
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| Depriving us our freedom, giving birth to our fears
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| Making us forget pity
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| It echoes from the walls
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| Soars through the air
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| The lost hope of the final ones
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| Mountains surrounding their prey, next they will strike
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| On what does anyone live here?
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| Where can we find the path forward?
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| To the wolves the weak ones fall victim
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| But the strong ones get the will of the wolves
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| Eyes blinded we follow the sounds
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| Only human nature lives from evil
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| Instinct takes hold when the mind turns black
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| No path is seen under our feet
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| Donning a wolf felt, aided by despair
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| Soon the first one grabs a weapon
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| Bringing an end to this blasphemy and insanity
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| When also the last one becomes guilty of murder
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| One these paths cold as ice
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| Where in darkness we crawl to Thither the beasts wander
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| We have played our role
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| It echoes from the walls
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| The lost hope soars through the air
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| Hear the screams of the damned
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| The light reveals blood stains in the snow
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| Our deeds reflect our destination
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| Life does not face death
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| The suffering can be ended
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| I fear our nature
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| But no longer can I silence the screams
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| So the rain casts its final shadows
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| Plains turned into graveyards
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| Under the same sky, survivors of the wilderness
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| Memory of war swept away by the wind
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| It echoes from the walls
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| The lost hope soars through the air
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| Already in sleep I hear the screams of the damned |