Winter falling on my skin,
Crawling, burning beneath these thin two cold eyes..
Fire dying within the smell,
Crying with the armor and the shell,
Kissing me was a big mistake,
You will suffer, and die in hell,
Rain of blood will fall from the sky,
Corpses rot, and flesh will burn,
Ashes of men, dying nature,
Death is near, feel the fear!
Die and cry, because he is coming,
Touching us, and taking us,
These is the time when we will fall,
Touch the ground, fell the cold,
Look up to the sky, and see the sky,
Talk to me and say: “Bye.. bye”.
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