(William) ( Rain Mountain) - EsT.

In the east dungeon I sit!
Concert wall's,
her stomach halls.
The screaming,
the agony calls.

To cold to even sleep.
So sick,
so week,
and still days with nothing to eat.

Dose she here my screams?
Do they feel my shivers,
my cry's?

Do they even know?
I am on my way,
A child,
Not yet a day!

(William) ( Rain Mountain)

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