My Dark World.
cold winter is coming
As the queen of snow
As the season of pain.
The god of death is coming
In the death horse riding
I'm not suitable for heaven
So, I am living in this hell alone.
I am hated by the world
And drowning in the pond of blood
I am hanging in the dry tree
Please let me be free.
See the world it is burning
In the dark flames
The trees is falling
As the water of the ocean.
Help me to be free from dark world
I have been frosted
Please make this world bright
As the candles of dark flames.
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