Iced

 

Exposed to the winds of disgust and delight

The Heremit stared at the crowd from beyond the valley for too long

He became then, as huge as a mountain, as strong as a stone, as cold as ice

Nothing could pierce his armor or touch him for good anymore

Love and Hate were merely different sides of a coin they tossed at his chest

Whereas he awaits for Venus furor.

coverart artus scheiner

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