To the center of the frozen lake I wander.
Enraptured by frost, to my knees I fall.
At the moon I howl, eyes aglow with freezing flame.
Into deep sleep, soon I am overwhelmed with dreams.

From the trees a figure appeared.
Toward me a hooded form walked over frozen water.
And out of ice a dagger he forged.
With the mist he vanished, by my side the dagger lay.

With the sun I return to the corporeal world.
Next to me the blade gleams with morning's rays.
To my feet I struggle, taking knife in hand.
Mad with frozen fury, to the sun the blade I lift.

Open my wrists I tear, howling with abandon.
The frozen blade now red with blood.
Stained were the snows as ice filled my veins.
Overwhelmed with cold, into sleep I drift.

To the astral realm I journey through ethereal worlds.
Human am I no more, forever a wandering spirit.