InDread Cold

Pit of Silence

InDread Cold


Stoned are my dreams in a bowl sculptured in ice 
Looking for resting and begging the crimson of hell 
My heart still unsaturated 
It wants to penetrate everything up to pain 
Fluttering with wind 
The moon steals dreams with his hand 
Icy dagger applied to a throat 
I call the cold stars from beyond 
Jerking in hands of envy death 
The night resounds in my head with the black bell 
Burning red roars around 
There where no man's eye shall look 
In the blackness of endless skies 
Up high to the stars 
Wrapped with the wind 
I tear fetters greeding the dark