Howling winds ready for battle, frost bìtten and alone.
The moonlight dancing across the cold, a lost soul wondering,
The frost evergrowing.
Howling winds ready for battle, frost bìtten and alone.
A wild child all alone, dancing in the bitter wind
Watching the unforgiving world go by.
Howling winds ready for battle, frost bìtten and alone.
The moonlight dancing across the cold, a lost soul wondering aimlessly with every passing day becoming more unbearable
The world crashing around them.
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