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There was a land in snow
and flights of thousands crows.
They fought to warm again
With their blood the cold around.
It's only pain
where are you God?
There was a little hope
alone in devil's cold
which died extending hands
and cried with frozen tears.
It's deamon's dance
where are you peace?
The land is growing black in red
with open eyes the hope is dead.
King of the snow is dust of the sorrow
the frozen tears is the new tomorrow.
World obsessed by evil
dreams dispersed by wind
tears in chains of the winter cold
skies accursed forever
then the stars will be falling down.