within the winter woods   dwells a place that none should go   a heaven to devils and immortal hell   to anyone with a soul to sell   in this frozen forest   shadows creep with bad intent       in the streets a pauper weeps all alone forever in torment   trudging though the freezing cold and heading towards his place of sorrow       all is lost and it is time for him to go where few have survived   he doesn't seem to be alive entering a path into the darkness       there is no way out when you enter the devils bin   no way to return to this life of sin   a promise made to a god that lives below   as fresh blood flies across new fallen snow