I can't trust the hands that made me sleep
Those that were warm and calm when i met them
Now they are cold and strange
After a long time i realized they hurt me
More than anything else near me
They hurt my soul, my mind, my heart
Awakened by those hands of winter
Comes my shadow cold, vague and deep
Killing what is left of me
Killing what is left for me
What made me sleep

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