cleanse my wounds in winter moon desire

this endless quest for sanctuary pure

as formless levithans swim avernian seas

crystal citadels call me in my dreams

desolate epochs, the statues they weep

through eons passing, the guardians still sleep

the towers of silence

a fortress of strength

this wealth of compassion

would ease my descent

my heart greets forests, once sacred, profane

the earth my mistress in pleasure and pain

seeking solace in the glory that was

of hidden shrines to gods now lost

amongst hopes ruins to find my true place

I orphaned of heritage a man of no race

cleanse my wounds in winter moon desire

this endless quest for sanctuary pure

drown nights sorrow, in rapture divine

enchantment delirium, and yet do I seek

winter moon rapture, the ebb of her light

but I cannot see, for the tears in my eyes

winter moon rapture, the ebb of her light