Trembling in the weary winter of my solitude.
Heavy rains are pouring its terror.
Pale shadows are drenching the dark night.
The demons are flashing in a furious dance.
The crimson chain of rage binds my soul.
The dreams of my heart have withered on the vine.
The dark night holds the power and glory.
Deaths cold grave waits in the dawning of oblivion.

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