After - Ihsahn

White like deathbeds

Grief-worn sheets

Winter occupy the planes

And this is the after

The ending of ends

Ghostly death-cries

Soar the heavens

Like starving vultures

And this is the after

The ending of ends

This is the after

Where nothing transcends

White goes blanc

And no eyes meet

Snow-blind skies dissolve

Bright, limbo edges, overexposed

Reflects the inner core

A solitary Rinthra’s Hell

Temples collapse

In a rumbling choir

To empty nights

Heaven meets earth

A fight to the death

Forever no more