Through fog and frozen grounds
The flames of passing time
Has burned the ruins down
A place of many places
The waking hour is here
Unquiet he calls
When his soul is left behind
Moving cold until the anger is drained
Walk the path until the birds are silent
Fuel the match until the fire is gone
Forever roam in a frozen world
Dead waters hit the shore
Ripples in the sand
Echoes from a grim past
Our destiny to come
Worship the wasted years
A grainy image
Birds in the shape of the raging sea
