Memories Cry
As they pass by
Contemplating their end
The willow creeks by
As its children die
Elderly lament beckoning
Scenes of joy now fade away
As the world turns grey
All of them now hate to say
The paled out leaves fly all in vain
Its the curse of Winter
Its inflicting pain
Hate
Seasons of Hate
Killing the white and spawning the dark
Night
It never seems to end at all
The hopes and dreams inevitably fall
The curse of Winter striketh
Dreadful woe
Pitiless souls
Blasphemic creation of the Black Hole
Faith wrenched out through its gut
Sin and Sin fill this wretched mess
Hate
Seasons of Hate
Killing the white and spawning the dark
Night
It never seems to end at all
The hopes and dreams inevitably fall
The curse of Winter striketh
A Silver Line
Shows its kind
Healing the World and the Man
A Candle of Love
Shining in the end
Which we would carry back to the Beginning
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