Winter's eve, inexorable, impending
The sinister grief empowers with her approach
Shreds of forgotten kingdom gleam scattered
Crowning the northern icy peaks
Adorning the thickets of eastern woods
Immersed to mists of severe western plains
Seen from afar in southern macabre sunsets
I fulfill the summon and march away
To gather the mere fragments
And weave anew what we once lost
Each of streams is destine to definite sea
And so is our fate beyond will
Yet each may attempt to carve own channel
Beside the shores are built of clay or stone
I have ever crafted forms outlying
To avert the admittance
Of outwards impurity
That would disrupt my journey
Into dismal void
Thirst for revival, wisdom of the woods
I sense the omen in the eyes of a wolf
I grant my very entity
To be absorbed by the four elements
And fill the four seasons
With dark passion and morbid woe
So I dwell from the subsoil
To the void that diffuses among
Starlit skies, this night opened
Cast the silver marks
On the snow I follow
My essence like air, I become a journey...
