Winter
Has left a stain on me
Lost in the abyss
I dare you to come find me
You'll never leave this place
This is where old souls comes to rest
You seem tired of your astral plane
It is time to greet the endless night
Howling winds and haunted chasms
You pretend you've never been here before
But I've seen you at the bottom of the barrel
I've seen you dancing with misery and guilt
The lies of the few often infect the many
Spread your disease in a place already cursed by time
Your success is a mere astral projection
You're heading straight down into the mouth of Hell
Winter
Has left a stain on me
Lost in your lies
I dare you to preach to me
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