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Pathless, your life become an avalanche

Welcome to the world where cold razors represents the way out

There is no escape from this cursed place

You are already blinded by the fog

There is no happiness, nor the warmth of a hug

The morbid woods of Marbadden is the place of bloody tears

There is no escape from this cursed place, where the solitude resides

She, the wood, shows you the reality and induce you to the gates of melancholy

Don't elude with the calm flowing river

The torment is inevitable

Let yourself drown, don't resist the flow