Forlorn is the winter for a wandering man
Shades of the past piercing his torn heart
As if the time is frozen and ceased
Frost bites the old man's skin

Loathed, forgotten, strength decays
Standing lonely, wasted, chilled
Recalling the past with an icy tear
The soul with grief is filled

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Why to come into this world
If there's no one to mourn thy death

For you there's no heaven
For you there's no hell
No one will hear Your dying breath

Tumbled down By all your kind
Despised Creature you are
Once you were young
Just like them all
Thine was the fame
Thine was the world

They saw your weakness
They smelled your wound
Became their prey
You had to go

Forlorn is the heart of a wandering man
Footsteps slowly recede from the view
Closing his eyes, the last teardrops falls
Falls to an eternal rest

Oh will he smile in his dream?
Will he regain the strength? Will he be
The same old man

Fearless and fierce
Is this the end of an old man's grief?

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