In tombs I gather secrets in shadow I explain.
The torment creeps slow the agony dies with my reason.
Outside the winter's cover is a mask of frozen earth.

Hidden below it's surface  lie corpses of all I dare not
betray.
Towards emptyness I gather solice in
pain inwhich I find comfort.

Screams from the cellar  call's of  a return to sanity
I've  long since shut out.
We exist on level's mine is the one from which
there is no return.

In the snow many tracks cross tread far from mine.