Living in this world may seem
That no matter what, we live in teems.
Walking through this unpatched path,
while the snow falls, nature will have its wrath.

This snow may not come with end.
Thou hath not sorrow but fend,
For the time of thee, end it shalt.
Hath not time for teen, for the treasure's awaiting.

Life must never be in space
Even in timeless space, fire can burn bright with a blaze.
Time in grief will be spent in Limbo of Hell.
Open the gates, someone has rung the bell.

In the celestial balance, will thee be worth as much as gold?
Seeing the memories of one unfold.
Enjoy the riches of Earth while you can
Before anyone changes that plan.