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Frost Doom Funeral

heart I never had Fill me with the dust Of a time long gone In a place of shadow A year has passed since the funeral The funeral of doom The air is

closer, as the funeral path ends at my crypt... Stars before my eyes... The cold light of carpathia guides me through the land, the veils of doom chaime

When the first frost strikes A cold wave departure Untouched by human hand A slow demise, a silent funeral In the ninth nocturnal skies Stars of doom