Shape Of Despair - ...In The Mist

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Slow my feet are
Frozen their veins
Still closing helplessly afar
Waking the creatures within
I am a lonely traveller awaiting to sleep
Eternally under those cold woods
As my fall brings then
Shadows of their wings as howling their
Pleads wounded, I lay on ground
Listening their needs
It’s dark and cold
And they fly slowly
The way they were told
To feast mine fleshly dreaming
And they know surely
They raped mine soul