Cold In The Night Beyond Death

Cold In The Night Beyond Death

The Cross (Doom Metal)

I strove with none, for none was worth my strife
Nature I loved, and, next to nature, art
I warm’d both hands before the fire of life
It sinks; and I am ready to depart

The Last Prayer

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