The subjects of sleep
Their faces once awake
On sodomy and d**h
And smoke and laughter
Their feet no longer
Underground
The snow hides the traces
Never set in a first place
This negative kingdom
Hey horrible and white
The angels all stone
Pa**ing their years
Hoping to be saved
From oblivion
...by oblivion
And the miracle is that
Nothing has happened
Nothing has a history
Or a name
Only the voice
Of falling snow