This eternal white as far as the eye can see
Remnants of eras long forgotten
Memories faded into the depths of mystery
Can I recover them?
I raise my head and breathe in deep
Words of the old ones fall to me
As snow on the mountain
I know this is how it should be
The long sleep of winter
This eternal white as far as the eye can see
Remnants of eras long forgotten
Memories faded into the depths of mystery
Can I recover them?
I raise my head, so far I see
Tranquillity
The lake of death
Grasping the purity within
I shall rise, if not for long
To wither here in my final place of peace
No better place to glare upon one last time
I smile, I cry
I blissfully let go
