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By The Hands Of Violent Winter
Illnath
By the hands of violent winter, his fate was sealed
Crawling on the icy slopes with limbs frozen cold
Memories of untold torture, in his mind
Waking from the endless slumber leaving him numb
Creeping worms they eat his mind
Feelings blind this clouded time
They took his soul, so they could find
The truth
Feeling hate for usurpers gone mad
Reaching in for the power he had
Wanting more than he could give
But they would never falter
In his mind only memories of hate
Planted there by the monger's of fate
Reaching out for sanity
But hope is ever fading
Looking for the answer
Why did they do this to me?
Leaving me deserted
I never asked for this hell
Reaching out for fires burning, in his eyes
Hope is still a trusty friend but fires burn low
Snow keeps falling all around him, as he screams
Seemingly the only answer is from the void
Defeated and forsaken, he lies in fields of snow
Only sign of life his eyes, in panic seeking solace
Sun, rising high
Bringing, warmth and energy again
Waking up from a steady state
Of suspended animation
Blinded by these rays of light
Hailing from the sky
Senses now return to him
Tribulations feeling dim
Now a sordid memory
Impeding doom approaching
As he run, try to shake off the vice
No one hearing his desperate cries
The usurpers are hunting him
Hounds barking and wolves closing in
His escape was a futile attempt
He is hunted by common consent
Now returned to the bleak white cell
I hope that dying is the end of this hell
[Solo]
Looking for the answer
Why are they doing this?
What is it I have done?
To deserve this livin
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תודה, המערכת תבדוק את הקליפ ותוסיף אותו למאגר
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