On through mist and gloom,
See gods and stains,
Keep winters Sun,
I pass away now,
I am cursed
I see through you life,
Pathways to your eyes,
Keep winters Sun,
I am cursed.
This withered hanged man lyes today,
The seasons never lie,
Into a cold room voices shame,
Never ending lies.
A fallen child waits today,
They don't even know her name,
Kept within these walls of shame,
Is there anyone to blame.

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