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Cold

So cold my teeth are chattering

My breath is a poisonous cloud

Hovering above my head

And all my dreams

They tell me to sleep

Trying to reach my chapel of sanity

One shot, one kill

That is all you have

To preserve our kind

Cold

So cold my teeth are chattering

My breath is a poisonous cloud

Above my head

All my dreams call me to sleep

I've reached the chapel of my sanity

And see what is left of me

I cry

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