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Winter S Verge Tales Of Tragedy

In the old part of town, there's a house from the past, That lies like a dark rested soul, And up in the attic, where the spiders are kings, Sits a bookshelf

Whispers of a name, make me open my eyes, I try to shut them out, but then your face just comes to mind. I've seen you in my past, maybe I knew you long

left Tear my heart, I have lost my passion Emptiness is was roams inside Fear and pain, are all that guide me My past, a thought, it's all that's left

Down by the river where the sand meets the shore, Lies a stone that they say, it was brought long ago, They know not where it comes from, And a myth

s tricks and now it mocks me Now I'm just a monster, a sick and dreadful being Fare only in my heart, but I feel that's now diseased Death is all that

creeps inside of me my dream is now reality The desert of time has reached the chest And now it's caught up with me, Am I the soul that's next?