Beyond the Withering Light
In this land of desolation
Nothing brings relief
In hatred and depression
Blood stains the fallen snow

Seeking the cold gravelands
In the darkness of the mountains
The fires of nature burn
Before settling into Winter’s sleep

Hatred has grown
Misanthropy led me here
Following voices from the past
Beyond the withering light

For too long I have wandered from my crypt
And dust covers the coffin lid
Returning to the haunted woods
This place filled with sorrow

Embraced by cold light
Even the full moon has ceased to comfort
Bitter winds howl as blood escapes my flesh
Soon lifeless and frozen
Seeking not but utter solitude
Where even the worms have died
Far from the warmth of humanity
In eternal silence and darkest night