And so
The echoes scattered by winds
Disturbed the stillness of dark waters,
Asleep for a thousand years

As dusk veils the cold ancient lakes
And death in the realm of the serpent throne
Into a gathering of old

I walked among the dead stars
And the moon became blood
And I walked among the ashes
Of a ruined infinity

At the edge of dead winters
Shades of tormented sadness
Weeps the dying spirit
From their most inner depths