| In dream of darkest grief
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| I see the thoughts stand as trees
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| As crimson scars are breaking through
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| The frozen skies where I have my moon
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| Through the dark I try to walk
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| Where no one can hear the words I talk
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| A wind of cleansing cold caressed the mournful sight
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| That was my last
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| Glowing before my distant eyes a livid moonlight seems so wise
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| Haunting every thought that passed in beckons me To seek the vast
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| Sad fog over sinister runes
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| All the dim is clear for me but still I can not touch what I see
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| The glade I have reached is calm and cold
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| All the hidden should be told
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| But where is relief now when I am here
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| When I am come through all these years
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| Grey veils lies before my hands where the runes of my fate stands
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| Stalking through the ended nights
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| My funeral fire shines to the skies
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| I burn into ashes to meet my moon
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| Through sad fog over sinister runes
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| The flames caressed me into mist, extinguished my thoughts to resist
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| An abyss opened under me, sorrows gave me to my dreams
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| Now when all paths back are lost, I can feel the falling frost
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| Forever to be shunned inside remembranch which is not mine
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| When thoughts are cold and all horizons ends to glow
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| My shadows melts into a silent lake
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| Where frozen streams shall flow
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| All I see is light above that vanishes through the dim
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| Now I close my eyes into the past
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| To drown through the dark and grim |