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The clouds throw up frozen tears,

The Frost and the Darkness rock my empty hopes.

I fall pray to loss in front of southern mountains,

Majestic work of this sad nature.

The fate led me to the lost sounds of thousands, thousands and thousands

Years ago…

The vast planes that many centuries ago was bloody battlefields

Now are dry and snowed.

So die! By my Hands!

The black rain continues to wet my corrosed body by pest