When I walk the fields of snow,
where the winter roses grow,
and I taste the frozen dust,
which awakes my hidden lust,
I loose my decepted mind,
and try my way to find.
But my feet don't want anymore.
They've been so strong before
my eyes have faced reality,
the endless path of pain and brutality.
Slowly the mirror brakes,
and I feel like being drowned in blacken lakes.
I want to brake the chains,
destroy the dark reigns,
wanna do forbidden things,
but I can't fly with broken wings.
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