Renaissance Of Winter کے بول

Before diluvium, in this season frostbitten, North wind caresses a dead willow. Glacial period reigns, overtakes my heart With miserable whiteness ad scornful cry. I met the Empress Judith one day; She seemed so flawless in my sffection. But as the seasons changed, I accepted her imperfections. Enthroned by emptiness, frozen tears she cried. Nevertheless our enchantment never died. This path is cold. I falleth with envy and bitter lust... My encounter with an angel Engaged thousands of crows and ravens. Constructing a circle around me and cleansing the sky. Thou art a widow. thy cry is scornful and dead. Empress of emptiness, thou art dethroned. Farewell... Eternal winter, intercept our arrival, Arrival of a hearse into thy renaissance. As I thou could, as if I care.