Fractured mass, flecked grim fate host insurrection
Splintered glass, weep beads of life
Awake, yet eyes, eyes that blink cold
So cold, so cold - sight unknown

Enslaved, with life and truth fragmented, putrefied and betrayed
The fate, the war of swelling of the black decay
Falling into ruin

blackened tendrils wrap their crushing pulse around the throat
It speaks barren words with no voice
Corrupt, it speaks, it speaks of cold
So cold, so cold - sound unspoken

Enslaved, with life and truth fragmented, putrefied and betrayed
The fate, the war of swelling of the black decay
falling into ruin

From light seen looking now at forever night
The touch of dread, abscond thoughts
Trembling hands brace the cold
So cold, so cold - forever cold
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