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Description
Cinders forming with the ashes.
Cinders forming in the coal.
Smoke conceals the amber's (essence)
As the fire burns my soul
Crystals Chipping off the ice
Crystals floating way apart
Frost is sheltering the damage
Frozen from deep inside my heart
Thundering, raging inside the astral
Thundering, waking all the dead
The roaring culminates your infection
Deafens you inside my head
They will all crush themselves under the weight
Mankind will parish from the lights
Your fragments will be scattered through time
As I ruin lives in my mind
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