My life is naught but dark
press play dont gotta listen
the screams of his agony
are ringing through the blizzard
hes in pain, with nobody to blame
so its worse, the darkness his curse
a dream, so powerfully strong
his heart, so lonely and longing for peace
of mind, so true and divine
my soul, naught but an endless song...
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