Fittingly Cold

I have no soul
I have no heart
I am cold as stone

I raise my glass to Nothingness
I wade in the tides of Silence
And Patience is my reward

I have no face but that of weather
Long and cold is my sound
Tight and cutting are my actions

Emptily do I shine
And bathe in the coals of Forgotten

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