The water pours its embracing arms 'round the stone
Decay drips from the unquiet void where the ice forms, where life ends
The stone is, by the crimson blood, swallowed; the red tide, beyond the ebon wound, contorted
My sacrifice bids farewell in this river of memory: a wave to end all time
Oh
Red birds escape from my wounds
, return as falling snow to sweep the landscape
A wind, haunted; wings without bodies
Oh
The snow, the bitter snowfall
You long to die in her pale arms, crystalline; to become an ode to silence, in the soul of a mountain of birds, fallen
Oh
The cascading pallor of ghost-less feather
The snow has fallen, and raised this white mountain on which you will die and fade away, in silence
