A grave to shade the frozen day In cold desertion with shallow names A soul born dead and cast unto flames In shameless play to retrieve her way A frost so pale in softened rain In casted stone not chisled away A virtue without lustre in clay In graven silence and darkened pain A forgotten stream by an unknown grave In gifted silence a name betrayed A barren dream asleep in hate In mourning dreams denied in rage A flight of woes in sickness reign In darkness shunned of mortal saves A hinded sight such wretched craves In forlorn lust she sat in grace A burden onto Hell's dark path The frost of life in darkness sat A heart of dust, a soul of lack The sombre danse from which she laughed A fallen god to ice so black The deamon sighs in fractured gla** A silhouette of flame so vast The eyes of felled d**h stared back A sigh from which thy life attacked The dead declared offsane impa**e A season of the unknown craft The plague from which thy d**h begat A frightened earth with molten cracks The stillness of the fire's cast A fortune of the broken mask The face upon defiantly smashed