Beset with pain,
Closed hearts die.
The callousness of frost tempts the weak and weary.
Of a mortal glacier, detached as an island
From crystallized hearts of unbroken ice.
They wash the warmth away.
Reborn in winter, numb to pain
Desperate souls invite death inside.
We breath the bitter air of warm hearts turned cold.
A human failing lets her heart die
Prevailing sadness is swept across a cold lifeless plain
The most dismal season to choose winter as our destiny,
Preferring chill to the pain.
Desperate souls invite death inside
We breath the bitter air of warm hearts turned cold
A desperate soul invited death inside.
I breath bitter air, my warm heart turned cold.
- The Mean Spirits, Breathi..
- I, Saturnine
- Reach Beyond The Sun
- A Human Failing
- And Their Faces Are Twist..
- Medicine To The Dead
- To Suffer Fools
- Monumental Graves
- If A Mountain Be My Obsta..
- At Least A Plausible Case..