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Withering inside within these final moments torn from my feeble gaze are the visions of what were to be A merciless chill within these incessant winds embraces this already blackened spirit cursed, and lost in it's own aridity Loathing, and shattered by disbelief Nightfall shall be perpetual, poignant as it declares in the distance, a bell - harbinger of demise Only it's disillusioned chime can awake me from this nightmare From Letras Mania