A WITCH’S BREW
Our paradise is lost,
Coldness seizes the day.
To the winds we are tossed,
For our sins we must pay.
Coldness seizes the day.
To the winds we are tossed,
For our sins we must pay.
Like a cold witch’s brew,
An Oasis for all.
Now a hell for the few,
Who remain to tell all.
THE DEAD GAME
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