.In the waking cold, they took me away
Beaten and tired, they cut my face
I cling to each passing root
But again, I'm pulled, blinded, and chained to this rock
I cling to each passing root
But again, I'm pulled, blinded, and chained to this rock
Rusted blades play with my skin, .
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