The Icy queen sit on her throne
And I see her crumbling at her court
Fastening with glee in the desert of sadness
If I touch her I´ll become her ice sculpture servant
Paralized in ethernal contemplation
She would drain all need from me
As I become her child
Feel her love wet as a tongue
Harsh as nitrite acid
Throw at me her army
A thousand flies
Her mouth
The only dish of her delight
Because nature is depraved
Takes by strenght what claims as hers...
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