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• Artiste: Noctes
• Titre: Frozen to Sleep
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My canvas smeared with blood-red tears, Lachrythmation of the dead By life betrayed to endless sleep, to live within a dream once dressed as white as wintersnow, now drenched in blood I lay The pulse within, like ice still pounds, like frost throughout my veins In blindless cwawls, through the maze of time through the sinister dark, the meander of dreams My hear is cold, every beat now hurts As a sculpure of stone I rest As a statue with a broken heart, in my gallery of dreams as art as lifeless drawings to behold and explore, my life within the dark Embraced within the veils of death, encircled in its web To witness life beyond the dead, on dreamers doss I lay. A reflection of my past, from the unkown mirrorglas beholds my sepulchral rest As a shadow of me from death torn free to walk the path of dreams My canvas smeared with blood-red tears, Lachrythmation of the dead By life betrayed to endless sleep, to live within a dream once dressed as white as wintersnow, now drenched in blood I lay The pulse within, like ice still pounds, like frost throughout my veins I follow his call from the other side and leave my petrified flesh behind With the part of me that never died, Ifinally unite The pulse within, like ice still pounds, the frost throughout my veins