Cryptic dreams in darkness fall
Waiting for the winter ball
Ice maidens dream of men so brave
Men dream of darkness, in their grave
The winter plague that threatens
the part of me that’s bled
I am the non-living, the living dead.

The angels I have sacrificed
The children’s hearts that I have sliced
With bony, cold, unfeeling finger
I undo the love, it does not linger
I hear the unheard cry
of the child who must die
At the moment death comes round
The child gives in, without a sound.

Cryptic dreams of beautiful things
Of the day I never have known
Angels sacrificed within my head
I am the non-living, the living dead
Enter now into my deadly plague
Watch your life as it fades away
Your inner fears begin to show
It consumes your body, head to toe
A higher state so comfortably numb
Consumed by all evil death’s spell
The blood of the wolf infects my body.

I wander without soul or light, lost
In darkness, wood, consumed by frost
To dark and soundless void I do succumb
It reaches in and leaves me numb
The freedom and relief of part…
An icy crack shoots through my heart
For never have the dreams withheld
The silence, plague or winter spells
The ice cracks
My shoulders give
Darkness flows through my heart
Like a sieve
Into the pit of my soul
Bringing storms and fear
 I will never be whole.

PLEAS
Immortal limbs and weakened mind
That time has made effect
The years that fly
The tears that flow
The pleas poor souls deflect