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Cold! This path before me

Sheltered under the night

One thousand dark roads behind me

And even more yet to come

A mask of death I wear beneath a winter moon

Forgotten who I am, astray but not immune

Lost with no fallback, soon withering away

Unsure what lies beyond into my final days

Entwined in chaos through dark immortal times

The shrieking constant thoughts with no way to unwind

How many moons 'til I diminish into soil

Cursed with and endlessness of tortuous turmoil

Trapped in liminality

With defeat and uncertainty

Abhorrent visions, tainted and embossed

Condemning me to hell under the guise of frost

Swept away in winds of sorrow calling to the wild

Mourning in the lands of desolation while exiled

Misery and quietude an everlasting sight

Shrinking into agony along with winter's might

Journey to the unknown

A path best taken alone

Forged by ice, fire and snow

Wandering amok in silence sentenced to this this mask of death