Ancient water
The Ancient water
The silver tree
The old one's Frost Heart
Hidden deep in the sea
Was lost long ago
In the Battle of the Freeze
Home of the Cold Soul
Who may never leave
Trapped in the stone
Can no longer breath
Just skin and bone
The price of a thief
What did they steal
In the Endless Sleep
Know one knows
The Curse, is now theirs to keep
For many ways, in endless days
Does this curse slowly creep
Silently, Finally
Capturing, Violently
Not letting go
Of the restless soul
who fell much too deep
claimed by something much darker than sleep"
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