Fragments Inconsequent
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Winter's Fall
...The aeon of agony darkened my soul
The silence around was blown up with the squall
The shrill scream of Evil fell down from the skies
And covered in ice my long lost paradise
I'm tired of this lonesome existence indeed
It takes all my strengths as the pain makes me bleed
My world is the ruins no one can restore
And every bright hope, which was mine, is no more...
Winter s Fall
© Copyright: Алексей Сарычев Лирика, 2014
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