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Falling, ever falling. / Torn by the razor winds of the Abyss. / Falling, ever falling, Screaming and broken, / Alone and forsaken / I shatter as I hit the bottom.
Shall fair face, / And silver tongue, / Gain all the World.
Deep in the hall of her sadness / Dwells Hel the divided queen
She had never seen snow in real life and was surprised at how hard it was. It looked so fluffy on the teevee.
Hoof beats like heartbeats / Compete with the howling storm
Weeping Angel with bloodied wings / Give comfort to our dark hearts