Hot tears caress my face; Icy blood freezes in my veins
I sit alone; watching the snow turn red with the blood
That flows from my wounds and melt as the tears slide from my face
This path I'm on can only lead to emptyness and loneliness
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Nyxx The Alpha Witch
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