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Hearken as the winds of the Sky Realm blow

As the silken tears of the sky still bleed

The feathers of the frozen Stormbird fall

Into my heart like winterchill and snow

Let the freezing Fire return once more!

Let the soothing Serpent of blazing cold

ever-on radiate the Colours

Of this our shimmering season and manifest the omnifarious twilight

Wherein the dead silence prevails...

These frail beams of icy moonlight

Failing to warm the brilliant night

And swiftly... do the shadows arise

The grim brooding darkness of winterdusk

Journeys... yielding into the failing stars

of grandeur that are one with the puissance

of fierce tranquillity and the raging sorrowlust...

Journeys...

misty faceless figures speak of soothe within the spheres

Of these waning worlds that hold the ember of last hope...

Yet the space-time draws nigh

For the Aeonfrost to set in

And as all the words were spoken

One graceful Nocturne arose

Through the heavens above

And beyond the stars of the lustful firmament

That is the Sky Realm

And all that lies within its unyielding borders...

We come to the outermost reaches of these worlds

At the farthest verges of the manifold Universe

Where the crystal surges of Cold and Silence withstand

Where the eternal Winternight whispers her lullabies...

For the true Terminus is Father-Winter

The primal dwelling of Aeonfrost

That shall conquer all that burns

Therein all that still lingers will be lost

Within the Silence of the everfrozen Winternight...

Within the starlit domes of this everflaming sight!

...the skies are fading with our bleakness of heart

into the starblack ages yet to come...

and the empty spaces beyond the reach of starlight

conquer all life with their songs of oblivion

Let the freezing Fire return yet again!

Let the slithering Serpent of lustrous dark ever-on radiate the Blackness

Of these cold winter winds of the terminal nightfall of the doomed Universe

And the eventide leaves fall within!