Colder than a thousand winters

Frozen in a distant time

Locked inside pandora's boxes

doused in a layer of shame and grime

He now sits there

With his mauled mind in hand

With a one way ticket

to a promised land



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Icy-hearted fire-fiend

Slays all that was good in me

Reality rears it's ugly head

rapes me of serenity

Skies bluer than the purest sea

underneath a blood red sun

the end I taste it coming close

underneath a cold gray gun



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A sign of the times

A taste of the chaos

A mark has been made

A world has been slayed



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