Blind and outcast
Wander on orphaned land
My soul is dark
My mind is dead
Cover me up by Shroud of Snow
I'm a wanderer
When time, or soon or late, shall bring
The rest and death
I found myself again
Oblivion! May thy languid wind
Wave gently over my dying bed!
I'm coming to the cloister of Grief

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