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Cold Wind

As I walk home from the site
Of execution
There is a cold wind passing by
On this Midsummer Day
It sends a chill straight down my spine
My muscles spasm
Against this cold wind I must fight
What could make it this way
My breathing shallows as I walk
Into the town square
My resolve fading with the light
Although it is mid day
A sudden fire erupts inside
Feeling my blood boil
And as the eclipse passes by
The rest of my life fades away

Suffer you minions of deceit
Of greed and treachery
Against my curse they cannot fight
Their lives now end justly
The cold wind blows as though it’s night
As the moon passes the sun
My life has ended with a blade
Now they burst into flame

As time goes by from the day
Of execution
There is a cold wind in the air
All of the days
All of the people who were on site
Can feel it passing
Against the cold wind they can’t fight
My death made it this way

Suffer you minions of deceit
Of greed and treachery
Against my curse they cannot fight
Their lives now end justly
The cold wind blows as though it’s night
As the moon passes the sun
My life has ended with a blade
Now they burst into flame

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