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[J. '95]

From the thunder and the
winter has sneaked upon me again.
There's strange going on here
on these great cold lines.

The grim vision of
mankind
and itself.
Nights of candles
and gallons of old brew.
suit into gold.
(Repear 1)
The of frost
and the from the north.
beneath
the of the coastal horizon.

of War.
of the Apocalypse.
Hatred towards mankind and itself.
Violence is

The graveyard is changing to stone,
so many of its deaths had midvinter.
The snowdrifts.
The temperature.