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As I lay, I am guided by such a familiar sight

A winter moon, reflecting it’s wisdom into the snow

Purging a disease, the feeble christ

The starlight, sings a nocturnal song

Freezing me into the earth

Her majesty, protects me from the storm

While winter whips christian flesh

The moon darkens, and my blood seems to freeze

Death echos his fragile yell as the stars fall at my feet

For this time I die alone

A valiant death I plead