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Frozen dawn of an endless sight,
frostbitten fields of snow,
lay silent, abandoned of all life,
never to be disturbed by man again...

Too dark to see a thing.
The Nuclear Winter...

Echoes of a time before,
ruins of a plague so cold,
temperature far below sub-zero,
skies pitchblack up above,

Too dark to see a thing.
The Nuclear Winter...

A self-healing winter,
all life never to be released,
None is dead, none has passed,
just stored for a better time,
forever...