The icy chains keeps very well,
They wired my brain, my soul
Dreamed to escape this frosty hell.
Eternity without hope.
The Abyss likes to joke sometimes...
An offer I can not refuse,
No matter, whether a demon lies.
No sence to things he could abuse.
Intention. Deal. Concentrate.
Low-priced piece of soul to sell.
So let my blood incinerates...
Slip off the chains - and shatter cell.
...Snow-covered ruins left behind.
No debts. Saved. Runaway.
I hail demons in my mind.
But there are grief I can't evade.
No doubts. I had to sacrifice.
Cast out thoughts about loss.
But can't just close my inward eyes,
The pain reminds me who I was.
