Delight of the moon is burning inside
Spiritless I lay on cryptic stones
Mesmerizing snow wait silent above me
And my yearn for frost grow strongly
I am a demon
demon with a shadowed face
Entering to my wintercoffin
Awaiting to see the dawnless realms
Staring into a ground of glass
perfect view I could have falled
Into my eyes
The unsilent storms in the north abyss