Coldness let me perceive my breath I look around but norhing is here Nothing but extensive blackfields A threatened atmosphere lies over the land where am I? I awake in forgotten worlds In which I walked in every dream And I walk through silent fields There is no hope I only hear the ground grating under me I run I see the angel of death is saving me But I know I will never come back this is my world!.
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