Frigid Prescence

Denying To Live This Life 
That All We Keep 
Following The Steps 
Of Our Shadows 

Scream For Our Dark Silence 
That Goes Distorting Our Thoughts 
Bringing us to fall, to fade 
In an endless sorrow 

Living in tedious places 
Where our dismal thoughts 
Guard all our fears 
Make our sorrows appear 

Through the eyes of the dying 
Through their frost hands 
Can you feel the frigid prescence 
And the languid face of death