watching the dead of the sun
the time moves
melt away
crystaline formations
delight of the cold
is burning inside
spiritless i lay
on frozen highs
what a prefect view
inhale
the clearest wind
take a deep breath
my angel
now we are the same
completely insane
our glory
lost in vain
what a perfect view
enter my coffin
my wintercoffin
awaiting to see
the faithful king
what a perfect view!

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