| Let there be cold, doom and dark! |
| The ground’s barren, the trees are stark |
| Let there be blizzard an' mist! |
| Wake up, carnivorous beast! |
| Consume the needless, tear the weak |
| Run more quickly, prowl an' seek |
| I strike my staff upon the ground |
| Nothing living shall be found |
| My fierce white hounds, with eyes of red |
| Howl through the night, a paean to the dead |
| Astromancy let me know |
| That tonight someone will be reborn |
| O, wind that rages all night long |
| Wrap the maid and sing her a song |
| Oh, my Great Sloe! Lull the forlorn |
| By your mortiferous thorn! |
| Open your chest towards me An' venesect your veins, for art |
| Will live in thee |
| You’re what must winter |
| You’re what must live |
| Permafrost will kiss your aching scores |
| Thou will sense tenebrose force |
| You’re what must live |
| Her solitude is a sign |
| Of powers beyond a lifetime |
| Some tears never will dry |
| But inspire you to try. |
| Neomenia! Somber hecatomb! |
| Make a shelter in my gloom. |
| Take this thorn into your heart |
| Sleep, while it grows your part |
| The spine inside me It leads me away |
| But keeps me for a following day |
| You’re what must live |
| You are what must wait |
| Lustrate at this night |