Cold winds can appear to shatter the heavens,
As if they were black ice; glinting with starlight.
When these nights are long and darkness rules all time,
All dimensions fold back and become singular.
When the nights are long
It's as if Warmth's forgotten us,
And Darkness lives - surrounding the world . . .
And the only fire is the cosmos above,
As it weeps in tears of distant light.
When our treasured sunlight is far away,
Hope seems to have died
With our once temperate world.
Cold nights can appear to freeze time itself,
And raze the land in endless hatred.
The living must rise - withstanding the death of hope,
and burn defiantly as fire before endless ice.
So rise into this coldest, darkest night
And withstand the death of this world.