The climate surrounding you is always cold
Disgusted you wander midst humans
You wish they would know
That you despise them all
And they will never see
The desolate darkness
That it belongs to thee
You wait for the night
Instinctively praising the death of light
The towering beacon that burns your eyes
You mount it and kill it and flee the site
Occult black winter sky
Magic swirls in awe
Wind through the frozen trees
An image to die for
Raise infernal knives
Call onto heavens high
"I'll rape you all when I die"
Your deathwish for all sacred life is so real
A day is descending you waken and gather your steel
You wait for the night
Instinctively praising the death of light
You're one of a kind because you are of lucifer and of 
ice
With lust so immensely strong
...to die