| Winter! |
| The hatred rises in the cold
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| The way it sharpens all my senses
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| Will enable me to fill the void
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| All your countless and weak attempts denied
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| You run with new-fed terror
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| Pale as you kiss damnation
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| Pale because of your failure
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| Hurt where it hurts the most
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| Bleak as the courage falls
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| Hit by the winter sadness
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| An orphan of your own madness
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| I’ll attack when you least expect it
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| And make you stare in awe
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| With blood-shut eyes at the perishing sun
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| Too many lies
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| Too many failures
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| In mist of yourself
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| You struggle in vain
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| Shivers! |
| The way you shiver as you crawl
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| To see you tremble as your panic grows
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| Is a reward to in its purest form
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| Fearful you watch the end
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| As it reflects in the mirror
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| As you turn blue I vanish
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| In a joyful trance
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| Winter! |
| The hatred rises in the cold
|
| The way it sharpens all my senses
|
| Will enable me to fill the void
|
| All your countless and weak attempts denied
|
| You run with new-fed terror
|
| Pale as you kiss damnation
|
| Pale because of your failure
|
| Too many lies
|
| Too many failures
|
| In mist of yourself
|
| You struggle in vain |