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Intro
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Pagan Dreams of Existence
The cold rocks of this forest
No longer hide the blood from my wrists
The snow covered trees print the red of my body
The rain of flakes freeze my arms
And prevent me from hugging
My own destruction has buried me in this icy coffin
Only winter understands the coldness of my heart
This has become too difficult and this is my way out
Run away from me through
Of my pagan dreams of existence
Ending my life and going back to where I came from
Hellish phrases will devastate my funeral
Be alive to boast me when i'm dead
Please be alive when i'm dead
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Nostalgia
And once again despair is kissing me
With her cold ghostly lips
My own destruction is leading me to my grave
That I digged for many times
And once again I'm becoming a spectral thought
Forgotten, sad, miserable shit
As I fall into the black spheres among lonely memories
You've broken us, piece by piece
The score of my soundtrack is written by blood
Music of suicide written in red
I did it myself, my wrists are also opened
And like my tears, it's cascading
Everything has been lost behind us
On my kness, hands on my face
The sun is appearing into the spring morning
Where I'm lying there's just nothing than my dust
Now you don't care about him
You live on the other side of feelings
But our february snow
Is now covering my lifeless body
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The Fall of The Frozen Heart
Try to see the rupture of my spleen
The cold blood leaking through my pores
The destruction that devastates me
It's the same one that urges me
My failed attempts only make me
Love the darkness
Now i'm trapped by these chains
This pasture of suffering
Feed the animals that seek him
In the midst of my meaningless death
You can see
The fall of my frozen heart
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