Death lurks ahead...
Its icy grip is upon my throat...
I feel the chill of its touch...
My mouth is frozen shut...
My spirit is covered in frost
And I have lost all sense of knowing...
A Savior's light... A Savior's might...
Give me strength through the endless night...
I shake the cold of death from my limbs...
Color returns to my flesh...
The enemy will pay for his deceit...
I grasp the hilt of my sword
And step from my tomb...
And with this blade of Light
I will now show you the true meaning of death...
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