Emerging from the barren wastelands
Ice erects its
fearsome monument;
Crafted by the winter storms,
Sculpted by the harsh,
frosted breeze.
Dark winds of nightfall chill my soul
As flickering
shadows mock my weary way.
Under the screen of darkened skies
The black
seeds of chaos grow.
This cold world lies deep inside me;
Brooding
within my severed veins.
As the thorns of winter pierce my skin,
Thorns
of winter
Deathly pale spirits of suffering
Thorns of winter
Sinister spectres of malice and discontent
The flame is torn from my
wounded heart.
Descending to an eternal winter,
My haunted body, mind
and soul.