A cold wind blows across your neck.
You hear a gate slam shut behind you...
You are trapped in my web!
Let me live out my life in heat of blood.
Let me die drunken with the dreamers wine,
Let me not see this soul-house, built of mud,
Go toppling to the ground, a vacant shrine.
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