Ravencult
Utter Cold Void
No presence of mortals in silent fields of gray
No movement, no lifeline in utter cold void
The path I chose to wander lies north
Where rust is priceless and ice covers the earth
Winter's mist is near
Where gleaming shadows crawl
And I could only substitute joy with strict logic
And I could only substitute life with imminent death
Return to nihil law since motion is futile
I sink in cold void, adjust in the higher scorn
Here man resembles gods and gods resemble man
We suffocate in mortal shell
We need no blood but frost
Frost!
From Letras Mania