I behold the world through cold, dead eyes
The womb is barren and infertile
The sun grows shy and the night grows strong
We are all cast down and enslaved by the ripping cold. The field is a frozen corpse, but life seems to linger in the air, a mist both rich and void
Cloaked in the skin of a beast
We embrace the Leviathan as a necessity
We a**emble in caves;
We cower and wait
My bones grow stiff and cold
The glorious breath of flame keeps the blood from freezing
The earth is suffocating within the ice, in a deep, cold sleep, with dreams of finality
The freezing moon washes the world azure
With the fog, the endless fog
And the world grows f**ing silent...