The Cold Air Brings a Promise of Death

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The Cold Air Brings a Promise of Death

Darkness on the horizon.
Lifeless is the sky.
Days grow short giving way to endless night.
The soul will suffer.
Deprived from the warmth of the light!
The Cold Air Brings a Promise of Death.
Torment follows on the breath of the wind.
The Cold Air Brings a Promise of Death.
Pain and suffering await all living things.
This is a fate that none ever escape.
Each year it comes reaping souls to the Grave.
So I'll drink myself to sleep,
Exiled to the darkest corners of my mind
where I contemplate suicide.
There's only so much that one can take.
Frost consumes all within reach.
Retire to fires of sanctuary.
Trees are naked. Asphyxiated from Snow!
All without shelter will perish,
freezing them down to the marrow.
The Cold Air Brings a Promise of Death.
Torment follows on the breath of the wind.
The Cold Air Brings a Promise of Death.
Pain and suffering await all living things.
I used to yearn for better days,
but once the soul begins to fade it's already gone.
No tree can grow to the sky.
One day soon, even the Gods will die.
Locked away within my room, sickened by the window’s gloom,
I long for days of a vibrant colorful home.
With this knife, I’ll create my own.
The wind carries disease:
A pestilence without reprieve.
An epidemic that all shall endure.
The body shudders: raped and impure.
A vicious cycle without end.
Impossible for you to defend
yourself from this onslaught of plague .
You can never be saved.
I used to yearn for better days,
but once the soul begins to fade it's already gone.
The wind carries disease:
a pestilence without reprieve.
An epidemic that all shall endure.
The body shudders: raped and impure.
A vicious cycle without end.
Impossible for you to defend
yourself from this onslaught of plague .
You can never be saved.
This is a fate that none ever escape.
Each year it comes reaping souls to the Grave.
The Cold Air Brings a Promise of Death.
Torment follows on the breath of the wind.
The Cold Air Brings a Promise of Death.
Pain and suffering await all living things.

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from Praise to the Black, released April 30, 2017

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