Surrounded by darkness
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My body cold
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My spirit weak
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My greatest attempts to start a fire have proved to be in vain
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The flame always fades
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The warmth never lasts
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And the freezing grip of death is at my throat again
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Consumed by despair
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My final breath escapes
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I can hear the sound of a fire burning all around me
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Yet I see no light
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I feel no warmth
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I find no rest
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Second Death
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| Becoming The Archetype |
