sun comes over the top
trying to eat all haze
drinking cold tear drops
melting out of frozen rain
light wants to behold
but it’s wasted away
colours explode
and then set into grey
the kingdom of cold
is coming so straight
butterflies die
in ice flowers’ taste
ride into the dark and dust
and leave the world behind
dunked in blood-red rust
it’s time to grace mother nature’s grave
before the white vice violates
sun goes down
time to spread the wings
upon a cloud, over buildings
chimneys’ groan
begging for grace
the kingdom of cold
is coming so straight
butterflies die
in ice flowers’ taste
away
well I denied all those feelings
my appearance
and that bloody hole inside
my soul, and now it’s like
I still believe in, I’m no more bleeding
and at least sometimes
I see my home but now it’s like
lights are fading, night is trading
with my delight, I’m alone
with all those demon
and I fly, lord I fly
trying to get rid of the grid
yes, I fly, lord I fly
and I’m saved
I reached the sky
the kingdom of cold
is coming so straight
butterflies die
in ice flowers’ taste
kingdom of cold
taking control
among the war
it’s getting more and more
we take it all
and leave it sore
when the warriors are here
they’re killing all and all
the kingdom of cold
was coming so straight
with a pride of ice
but didn’t capture my veins
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