I feel the cold edge
Blade upon my flesh
Hot blood
Follows the icy line,
A road into the
Blackness.
Rouse myself
From the daydream,
The choice I make
Never surrender.
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I feel the cold edge
Blade upon my flesh
Hot blood
Follows the icy line,
A road into the
Blackness.
Rouse myself
From the daydream,
The choice I make
Never surrender.
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