White snow's like the the white prison.
Death like dog lies here beneath.
You're along in entire world.
Foe and god to self you are.
Where else do you have to go?
Whom to serve you neither know.
There a couple paths on fork:
Right to honor left to live.
Blood warms blade of your sword quickly.
Why must I bare what I'm facing?
You've taken all what I had.
Removed soul, stuck pain instead.
Maybe gallows, maybe church.
Maybe angel, devil may.
If the world tears down at all,
Conscience is the most heavy load.
Snow to eyes and lead to temple.
I must make it, I must crawl.
Seems there are no other roads:
Honor's ahead along with death.
There's no warm no light in heart left.
God, oh please, forgive me for that.
Take it all and leave for life
Only this white snow alive.
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