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Two, three, four utopian tales

and neither was right nor wrong after all

Now it vital meaning is gone

The prophecy was written

You printed somebody else

You painted spirits black

Now you’ll be numb six feet under

and I’ll be here venomized

Those frozen years

blinded my reality

And I still wounded

by your crimson breath

I can see you run out

in these final days

When in silent nights

I dream what once existed

and it’s gone.

Was it another clue to go on?

Or had I chance to fix your insanity?

Don’t judge me

My anger no fades away

It’s had been printed in fire

In my head.

(Chorus)

Cold fever!

It’s the red arise of my soul

Deceiver regrets!

It’s the over load in my veins

As the pleasant silence sucks my ears

My memories fall in pain

Every hostile night

All in me fades away

Overcome wounded

without a trace

When frozen years

blindedmy reality

Don’t judge me

My anger no fades away

It’s had been printed in fire

In my head

Chorus)

Cold fever!

It’s the red arise of my soul

Deceiver regrets!

It’s the overload in my veins

As the pleasant silence sucks my ears

My memories fall in pain

Every hostile night

All in me fades away.