Schwarzpfad I (First Snow)

Where silver-firs spears piercing the sky
That impending so low, so grim
At days when autumn turns into winter
Transcending the mountains air by snow.

A shroud to cover the surface of moss
That shelf down by solitary traces
Entangled in blackened dragons ornament
Schwarzpfad creeping forth.

I am suffocated by purest air
Glacial cold like Ice...
My mind is falling into dark Abyss
Followed by the very Reality fall.

Soul beats like a bird, strive for freedom
Fly high!
Longing for this moment to be caught in stillness
And remain among that Pantheon forever.

Roaming that land in hopelessness
Obtain the Faith feeding flesh by a heat
Beneath the sky so begrimed, blood is freezing
In veins... Only Abyss gape black.

I remind how you did swagger about your faith
So well, do you still keep it?