Waking up
Bitten by the cold burn
Pins and needles
Hunger devours you
From the inside
A crawling body
In pieces
Here rings a warning
For all this days of wrath & sin
Run on boy
Through the burned trees and the dancing snow
Run on boy
Bring the fire in the pale morning
When vultures descend to feed
Here rings a warning
For all this days of wrath & sin
The past is a fading light
And these ghosts, they stretch for miles
Remembrances disappeared while I speak
This evening sleeps in cinder & tears
Run on boy
Through the burned trees and the dancing snow
Run on boy
Bring the fire in the pale morning
When Vultures descend to feed
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