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In shadows deep where nightmares creep,
Stood Damien, whose soul did weep.
A sculptor bold, his heart turned cold,
In icy grip, his art took hold.

Oh Damien, master of the blade,
In frozen art, innocence laid.
His sculptures grim, frozen in time,
A symphony of silence, a chilling crime.

Once hailed a genius, now feared and shunned,
His sculptures of ice, with darkness spun.
Lost to his craft, in shadows he roamed,
A heart of ice, his fate foretold.

Oh Damien, master of the blade,
In frozen art, innocence laid.
His sculptures grim, frozen in time,
A symphony of silence, a chilling crime.

In the icy depths where echoes dwell,
He chose his end, in icy spell.
A masterpiece of madness, his final breath,
In ice and snow, he welcomed death.

Oh Damien, master of the blade,
In frozen art, innocence laid.
His sculptures grim, frozen in time,
A symphony of silence, a chilling crime.

In the frozen halls, his legacy remains,
A tale of art, and its chilling chains.
For in his quest for perfection, he paid the cost,
Damien the sculptor, forever lost.
Damien the sculptor, forever lost.
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There was a typo in the subtitles for Damien, it was written as Damian. Please forgive the mistake.