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By spirit forsaken, lost in woods,

a cabin fused with wild.

Losing voices, bitter thoughts.

Cursed with silence, doomed by Echo.

Frozen forests, empty glades,

only him, by time decayed.

Overgrown paths build up wide.

Known by few, hold close, unseen.

Familiar spirits crave for essence.

Lost in darkness, enslaved by light.

Known for decades, never feared.

Twin in silver, last tormentor.

Screams dance through a rotting world,

winds so harsh, swift - winged time.

What will be forgotten? Will you miss derangement?

Take to the forests in hermits garb, free the voices, rest in silence.

Haunting flashes in the northern sky,

snowy glaciers upon the mountainside.

Restless dreams and haunting figures,

drown the last beams of light.

A hermit guiding nocturnal spirits,

as they scream for forgiveness.

Images shrouded in misty fog

and Ravens cry eternally through the noctumbulant harshness.

Whispers of cold,

harsh winds that freeze the sun.

Even in the coldest of times the tundra lays unblemished.

The bitterness of the niveous landscape

will be wandered through by the hermit of frozen forests.