A clear, starry night sky
Might be deceiving to the human eye
You will see
That death will be
A hateful revenge on a soul,
A fire as bright as a lit coal
The cold winter wind
The blood and pavement will be a blend
Frost bite is a pain
When you bite the deathly chain
I will see you in the blurry swirl
In the life of the Underworld
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