The woeful silence,
And wind's reflection,
Of your body's pale ode,
An icy fortress,
Of blood and ages.

Sky fire above, ice below the hearth.
Sky fire above, ice below the hearth.
Fall away from me,
To the citadel at the end of time.
Where death sleeps,
And dreams of your buried pain.

There has never been a silence like
this before.

There will never be an ode like
this again.