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As we walk forward in the pass

through the snow so icy and cold

were greeted by the wind

and the snowstorm ever so

blinding

Dyatlov

The devils pass

now we enter

this hell thats freezing over

We pass the dead mountain

The mysterious Otorten

The place of death and crystal

lized

souls

As the nine, souls, gather

we cry, but our tears, turn, to ice

Where am i?

im so cold

Am i dead?

i realize, that i cannot, speak

where is my tongue

Help me