The black sky sheds frozen ash
Memories set in frost
and Under two feet of snow I am losing feeling


An arctic wasteland
A nerve deadened silhouette
It's all just white and black


Trudge on
Trudge through
Chilled heart will soon thaw through


Ancestral calling
This blood melts the winter
and Paints a map back home


Written in runes
To the ocean
For my heart and spirit hold dear


Among the rhythmic waves
The sun's Image portrayed
The beauty is of color


A tear clings to my frost-bitten gaze
Hands clenched, jaw is stone
And my two boots buried in snow


Odin, I'm coming home.