Pure Cold
Just passed winters day
Eastern wind solstice
You stand by your grave
Hear the darkness coming

Years spent on this icy desert
In the blackest of night
Tied to the ground below
Visions of the impending doom

Time space convergence
Magnetic glacier
Black turning green
Grave carved in ice

Virgin holy land
Drawing from the sky
Time and place
The darkest days

Years spent on this icy desert
In the blackest of night
Tied to the ground below
Visions of the impending doom
Years spent on this icy desert
In the blackest of night
Tied to the ground below
Visions of the impending doom