With hearts colder than ice, we reach the tip of the iceberg.
Seeking warmth is no use with endless sheets of snow.
Sensing betrayal, we stare at each other like the lone wolves we are. My battle cry I fear wasn’t heard.
Through the dead of winter, we implode below the aurora’s glow.
Who will survive? Who will thrive?
No time to freeze, I shall not become frozen.
Only time to seize, following destiny’s call – for I am chosen!
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