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All human virtues

Falling on its faults

The deadly cold of the soul

Prostrated by darkness

Emotional Corrosion

Storms of cloudy thoughts

Decayed in cold breath

In the fields of  howls

In bitterness

Pleasures blend with death

An age of darkness

I can't find myself

with these mortals eyes

I'm walking in vain

My enemies are gone

they die, burn forever

They die, but keep burning forever

In the fields of howls