Ready my frosted grave for the darkness to wash away
Every flurry of white light lending hope
And drown out even the shadows dappling the snow; it’s
Devouring all that it is not, changing it, it’s

Beckoning, so cold, so cold, it’s
Emanating crystal clearness, it grows in my uplifted deceased heart, it’s
Targeting my soul and planting its seeds of dark resentment,
Wielding the pure cool truths of what life was really for,
Each thorny rose twine showing me that life was for nothing,
Each instant, opening my misty eyes wider, it’s
Now frosting over my loss of blissful ignorance, it’s

Touching me with the clear music I rise and dance with
Harmonious ghosts are moaning as they drift,
Eliminating the pain with their songs, I’m not

Like I wish I could be, I’m in brooding black waste, rising from the grave in vain,
In quiet sorrow or yearning, I’m as light as the white snow, drifting away
Nothing but the snow matters anymore as I close my cold eyes but cannot rest,
Every light I’ve seen and loved is forever
Silenced.