Arctic Hell

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As I walk down the path
The wind calls out my name
I walk slowly, cautiously
As the wind begins to speak of pain

It warns me of the road ahead
The path that I have chosen
Will steal way my heart
And leave me standing alone and frozen

It warns me, there is no prince charming
To come and break the spell
My body weak and dying
My mind trapped in this living hell

As my aching limbs grow numb
My ice cold blood begins to slow
I welcome death with open arms
To end this hell I've come to know

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