Portals by Dethlehem
Engulfed in swirling light, the wind brings forth the
warlock�s spite
Holding ground, we must survive
The dead move through the air, where time and outer
began to tear
Falling down, we must survive
All the walls crumble, the sky now blurred in this
gateway
As we drown into nothing
The armor�s growing cold
Frostbite taking it�s hold
Death would be welcome here
Turning endlessly we separate
we seperate
Regret is a stain upon your honor
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