Purity of Winter
Elegiac
GENRE A bitter victory to master the flesh
With sharpened steel in my grasp
Gazing out upon the edge of my fate
My end calling to me in the distance…
Death is always upon me
Shining through the hopeless fog
Waiting to strike through my heart
Embracing the cold wind of the end
That bites my neck , that drains my life
Jackal in white with its fangs of ice
Walking the frozen plane dry as a bone
Lost within the winter storm
Losing life in the frozen waste
My hands are numb…
My body aches…
The purity of wintеr
And its cleansing embrace
Bеlow the sky…
Until we die…
With sharpened steel in my grasp
Gazing out upon the edge of my fate
My end calling to me in the distance…
Death is always upon me
Shining through the hopeless fog
Waiting to strike through my heart
Embracing the cold wind of the end
That bites my neck , that drains my life
Jackal in white with its fangs of ice
Walking the frozen plane dry as a bone
Lost within the winter storm
Losing life in the frozen waste
My hands are numb…
My body aches…
The purity of wintеr
And its cleansing embrace
Bеlow the sky…
Until we die…
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