Snow smothered my soul under the wind of mourning, billows of snow covered the frozen lake
I have spoken to the angels upon the blackened skies, and they reached back to my shivering heart..
Just romance with the frost, let your soul be cold as snow
Kiss the death and the pain shall be gone
Should I reclaim my fire or should I join death?
Far beyond my sorrow I can hear the bright moon call
This rage of flames is so blind and powerless to the frost
I can't feel my soul, lost and cold
Arising to the bring moon let me step into the haven, awaiting for your "salvation" as I am dead and I can never be the same
In these veins like frozen lakes, I am waiting
