What happened to
That cold bitter
Wind
Where are the stars
Where have they gone
Don't you see
How bitter
This has all become
Maybe a dose of water
Will stop that blubbering
Splutter
From high above
Maybe the touch of her soft plump lips
Will unravel you
To the deepest pit
What happened to that freedom
That shone, so ever bright
Like a distant candle
Not yet burned
But still intact
Waiting for its tomorrow
In its sunken depth
Oh, the envy you may feel
For a light as such
Will burn down your embers
Of hearty steel
Children will sing
Their minds will reel
Their hearts shall shatter
To that disembroiled
Unhealthy lurk
Oh, the mud will rain down
Its mighty fury
Full of anguish, for those days
Yet forgotten
Yet never to return
To its infamous glory
When shall we learn
With all our hearts blessed content
Steel can not fix death
Just as death can not fix steel
Men can ruin, And men can rule
With that god almighty
Iron fist
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Oh, How Cold And Treacherous
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