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The winter moon is on the horizon

A dim fire is glowing by my side

These mountains are unfamiliar

The path to destiny is far from over

Icicles are forming on my beard

My hands almost lost to nature

I fight on to live

And to see another day

Winter’s edge is clinging to my side

Foul beasts are all around me

My soul is not at rest

Here in these darkened woods

The nights are growing longer

The winds are getting colder

My sword is ready for blood

And my will ready for war

Winter’s edge is clinging to my side

Foul beasts are all around me

My soul is not at rest

Here in these darkened woods

Breathing-------------

All death around me

Living------------

To suffer within

Lowering----------

Myself to nothing

Accepting------------

My poisonous ways