Those in the dark die
Huddled against each other
Looking for warmth in this God forsaken place
A frozen over hell
Rise up
Move your corpse cold limbs
Make an attempt to leave this frore hell
Storm the rusted gates of this God forsaken place
Break free of darkness's tyranny
Stand tall
Warm from basking in the rays of the Son
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