Frozen in time, among the mountain pass
Darkthorn town lies like frozen glass
No soul stirs and no soul sleeps
And a sadness echoes, cold and deep
The men stare into cups long into the night
Drying to drink away the feeling that something, isn't right
And the clawing wind roars and hisses like a maddened beast
And the townsfolk gnaw on a barren and spiteful feast
Like the ice like the snow
Something is wrong to what none could know
Hidden deep away in layers upon of layers of fear
Piercing the hearts like an icy and subtle spear
It lies in every attic of everyman's homes
In the hearts of men in children's tale in fantastical tomes
In the ice they trode as they stare into the embittered sky
From cradle to grave where their beloved members lie
The town lies barren as the hopes who stay
Abandoned by great and heedless to those who pray
A madness the smothers love and leaves the miserable to drown
Beware your stay in Darkthorn Town
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