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At WinterdawnWhen the night seizer the landA sea of pain is he sky Waves of dusk Fall from skydoms horrid plains Fear the landside to the sea Silent weeps the soulset By the graves of woe Distant meadows of threatening death The city shivers motionless At evening the world’s A silent building moribund eternally At cold hand touches, souls succumb And the world withers silently Lone beneath the starlit halls The orphands of god Cold is the moonlight Stalks into the heart Ashen snow falls …on mankinds early grave |