Hearken as the winds of the Sky Realm blow
As the silken tears of the sky still bleed
The feathers of the frozen Stormbird
Into my heart like winterchill and snow
Let the freezing Fire return once more!
Let the soothing Serpent of blazing
ever-on radiate the Colours
Of this our shimmering season and manifest the omnifarious twilight
Wherein the dead silence
These frail beams of icy moonlight
Failing to warm the brilliant night
And swiftly... do the shadows arise
grim brooding darkness of winterdusk
Journeys... yielding into the failing stars
of grandeur that are one with the
of fierce tranquillity and the raging sorrowlust...
misty faceless figures speak of soothe within the
Of these waning worlds that hold the ember of last hope...
Yet the space-time draws nigh
For the Aeonfrost to set
And as all the words were spoken
One graceful Nocturne arose
Through the heavens above
And beyond the stars of the lustful
That is the Sky Realm
And all that lies within its unyielding borders...
We come to the outermost reaches of these
At the farthest verges of the manifold Universe
Where the crystal surges of Cold and Silence withstand
Where the eternal
Winternight whispers her lullabies...
For the true Terminus is Father-Winter
The primal dwelling of Aeonfrost
conquer all that burns
Therein all that still lingers will be lost
Within the Silence of the everfrozen Winternight...
the starlit domes of this everflaming sight!
...the skies are fading with our bleakness of heart
into the starblack ages yet to
and the empty spaces beyond the reach of starlight
conquer all life with their songs of oblivion
Let the freezing
Fire return yet again!
Let the slithering Serpent of lustrous dark ever-on radiate the Blackness
Of these cold winter winds of the
terminal nightfall of the doomed Universe
And the eventide leaves fall within!