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

 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 glass
 A silhouette of flame so vast
 The eyes of felled Death stared back

 A sigh from which thy life attacked
 The dead declared offsane impasse
 A season of the unknown craft
 The plague from which thy death 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