in the midst of twilight you could see me come to walk the endless woods alone the earth is freezing as i walk it becomes colder forever descending in a place of the moon where shadows move with grotesque eyes where demons rise surrounded by black and mourning moonfog and the eyes of the dark ones sempiternal woods wait only for me a path opens clearly sun no longer rises over cold and forgotten valleys sun no longer rises where i walk where i come i believe in tragedies i believe in desecration to the north into eternal winters to the north in the grip of eternal frost 