| How did I get here, surrounded by snow
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| Strong winds keep tearing the flesh off my bones
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| Frost and cold wants my soul
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| Thrown into a blizzard led by crows
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| I hear them croaking to taunt my unfair demise
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| Finally I give up all my strength
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| There’s no point resisting when I’m dazed
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| And lost forever in this white and wintry hell
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| Then I see what looks to be a light
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| Could it mean salvation
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| I start crawling towards it
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| Unbeknown of its purpose and plan
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| On my hands and knees I pull myself
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| My muscles ache from the storm
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| My heart is pounding hard and out of time
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| Then I see the light as I lie there ripped
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| Vanish out of sight, down the entrance to a crypt
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| Down the hole I go into the unknown
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| Slapped in the face by the smell
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| It’s so foul and hints something evil here dwells
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| Still I keep going for what could be worse
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| Than the weather outside
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| Seemingly this place should be a peaceful haven
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| I keep pressing but where is the light that saved me
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| Getting further down the dungeons narrow passage
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| Fail to realize the gate behind me closing
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| I light up a match to find myself
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| Covered in blood spattered cloth
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| Something is telling me
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| I’m not alone in this wretched sewer
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| A puff of air blows out my tiny flame
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| As a snorting, gnarling sound approaches me fast
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| From every direction, this is it
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| Cornered by a horde of godless creatures, can’t flee
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| I see myself get massacred
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| Disjointed by these entities of demon
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| Their glowing eyes lights up my death bed
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| Tears me up and leaves me gutted
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| Seems they found it inside my dead body
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| My soul was all they wanted in the end |