left on your face Gently playful light through the leaves Feels its way...kissing cold lips. Wind through your hair, still like then The thought of death
be clouded By beliefs, by hopes. Our paths leads us, Straight to the end. The edge of time, Where days turn to aeons, Aeons to eternity And life to death
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to dust Covered with eternal snow I will never dream, never hope again. This is where my path lead me To misery so cold...to the end And i will never
Deep dark slow...stream flows Deep dark red...warm blood My blood falling...this life fading. Deep dark blood, colder, to forest shadows flowing. Cold