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[J. '95]

From the thunder and the
Another winter has upon me again.
something strange going on here
on these cold coastals lines.

The grim vision of
mankind
and itself.
of black candles
and of strange old brew.
Changing into gold.
(Repear 1)
The of frost
and the winds the north.
Lurking
the of the coastal horizon.

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

The graveyard soil is to stone,
so of its deaths had been midvinter.
The snowdrifts.
The temperature.