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A cold shadow, lengthening into the void Frozen places, in that coldest of dreams I held the crown in my hands, the crown of death I dreamt of death in my hands, in my heart Scorn in the eternity, within the everlasting mind I wonder why it must be so, in this winter that lasts Born from eternity, from the cold shadowed past I wonder why I must live, in this winter that lasts Remaining consciousness in the dark woods of dreams A forest of shadows in the everlasting bog The carrion bird caws within the starless sky And that funereal fog engulfs our last stand Remorseless cold of the forgotten past lives Burns the soul to crave for another existence In the shadowed grave of black cursed souls Under the bleeding moon, in a freezing eternity From Letras Mania