The Dead White - Vreid

The dead white

The eternal night

No time or space

A sacred cold place

Lifeless and still

Without pulse or will

No moon shines the night

Only the dead white

Coffin of nature

All is bleak

Eternal mountains

Everlasting sleep

Like skinned corpses

Threes stand stripped

The ground is covered

Frozen and chill

The birds gone silent

The flowers all dead

The winds penetrating

No sun ahead

The cathedral of ice

Frozen in time

As winter withers

I hear the call

The ice is cracking

I thrive on its fall

Solitude is fading

Burning beams of light

Rebirth of old

I ride the dead white