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Follow the light.
Upon a master, we once called
Now silence in its place.
The chattering teeth consume the ears,
As snow pops beneath the feet.
As winter did come,
As life did end.
We hold on for hope to see the light instead,
As...
Now silence in its place.
The chattering teeth consume the ears,
As snow pops beneath the feet.
As winter did come,
As life did end.
We hold on for hope to see the light instead,
As...
