Sharp Edged Iron Trees
Eikenskaden
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Who could have deposited
All these flowers on my grave
A forest filled with
Sharp-edged iron trees
Deaden counter me
Our frozen bodies
Will never part
Like a bad dream
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Let me relieve you,
Let me release you from this life
Give me your hand, let me take it
Then it will flow, in the sewers of virtue...