اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Consume the moon
With heavy overcast
Draw the curtain of burnished black
Beyond dimensions
Winter's ascension
Touched my brow and begged me back
To a winterscape
In forest land
Where sibylline snow silhouetted the damned
As ice I was cold
In Her wintry hold
The dweller in Her hand
Like a ghost She hosts the night
Chained with the moans of menstrual slaughter
A vanquished daughter
To the light
Chill is the ice
Again She came
In generous frost
When autumn passed on a rotting bier
Intent She prowled
Cruelly aroused
Shedding shivers in a helix of fear
Beneath the lace
Of Her frozen embrace
She promised me eternity
I stirred from dark dreams
Into darker ravines
Where crossroads scheme with destiny
And as Hers to serve I rise
Over kingdoms tempting tragedy
The darkest apathy
She conspires
Chill is the ice
