Let there be cold, doom and dark!
The ground‘s barren, the trees are stark
Let there be blizzard an‘ mist!
Wake up, carnivorous beast!
Consume the needless, tear the weak
Run more quickly, prowl an‘ seek
I strike my staff upon the ground
Nothing living shall be found
My fierce white hounds, with eyes of red
Howl through the night, a paean to the dead
Astromancy let me know
That tonight someone will be reborn
O, wind that rages all night long
Wrap the maid and sing her a song
Oh, my Great Sloe! Lull the forlorn
By your mortiferous thorn!
Open your chest towards me
An‘ venesect your veins, for art
Will live in thee
You‘re what must winter
You‘re what must live
Permafrost will kiss your aching scores
Thou will sense tenebrose force
You‘re what must live
Her solitude is a sign
Of powers beyond a lifetime
Some tears never will dry
But inspire you to try.
Neomenia! Somber hecatomb!
Make a shelter in my gloom.
Take this thorn into your heart
Sleep, while it grows your part
The spine inside me
It leads me away
But keeps me for a following day
You‘re what must live
You are what must wait
Lustrate at this night..