Last Scion Of Winter

Skies frozen, consanguine
Oh, there i want to be again.

This faceless horde of breathers
Is all i may discern
Heat is streaming inside
In me to burn
All of me to burn.

Through monoliths i wander
In my voice the frail essence of frost unfolds
Come, feel the soothing cold
Cast forth by the last scion of winter.

Sullen scenes, a play to wound me
I beg for the end of heat
Hiding in your midst
I beg for a soulful winter breeze.

Still i reign with hidden sword
The one who sings with the crow
Still i am the winter lord
Who weeps with the melting snow.

Fire flies, ravaged by my ire
Winter skies no longer seek for me?

Ennui eternity
Ashen memories of strife
Heat this feeling inside
Smouldering
In me to burn
All of me to burn.

I refeel as i remember
The pain of a thousand blades
The battle on the scales...
Did our castle fall asunder?

Sullen scenes, a play to wound me
I beg eternity to leave me.

My tears freeze despite all hell
Sharpened icicles
Tear through my hollow shell
Cause sanity slowly kills.

Father, the absence of winter feeds
My thorns of memories.