The ceaseless circle of torment locks me in.
Bombarding my frozen domain.
Raging currents are rushing from the void.
Their wrath is waiting in the shadows.
The pages of time cannot be turned back.
When will these dark seasons pass?
The long and painful death is coming.
You will know how much time ---- when you see the hangman.

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