Chasm

Behold of the moon,
full circle of sun reflection.
Silvery light illuminates
the world below.

Gaze upon the world of frost
forged from the ice of ages.
Dominion of winter, realm of snow.

In the snow traces a wolf,
a trail leading into the wild.
Untamed and fierce by its nature.

Across the woods,
upon the soil frozen to the core,
absence of warmth forevermore.

On the shore of the
stream colder than ice,
a tomb built into a perfection.

A grave that
shall never be frozen.
Dark waters, calm surface
gives no reflection.

On the river floor
underneath the countless fathoms,
in the pitch-black depth lies
the fallen ones great in numbers.

Beneath the icy flow
buried in the lightless vault,
layed to rest into the deep.

What the chasm seizes the depth will keep,
no deliverance gate to break free.
No redemption, salvation to seek,
in the river of ice they sleep.

Beneath the icy flow
buried in the lightless vault,
layed to rest into the deep.

What the chasm seizes the depth will keep,
no deliverance gate to break free.
No redemption, salvation to seek,
in the river of ice they sleep.