Not long ago, the Winter snow built a throne,
God's role was overthrown by a shield and sword.
A glass of wine was over filled by the devil's drone,
the last time God shouldered guilt - special no more.
Demons burned the sky, the kingdom jeopardized,
freedom turned to lies, the reasons were crystallized.
Faith was a nostalgic bliss, erased by passionate sins,
fate would lead a tragic end, sprayed by leviathan's mist.
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