The wind outside that brakes the trees
and turns all waters into ice,
will never conquer freezing frost
in heart of mine...
The Anger's coming up my throat...
It closed my eyes
and made me sick...
Don't want to be involved in this...
Material, pervertic world...
If i could say a word,
I'd say „Goodbye“...
If i could make a move,
then i would die...
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