The water pours its embracing arms 'round the stone
Decay drips from the unquiet void where the ice forms
Where life ends
The stone is, by the crimson blood, swallowed
The red tide, beyond the ebon wound, contorted
My sacrifice bids farewell in this river of memory
A wave to end all time
Oh

Red birds escape from my wounds
Return as falling snow to sweep the landscape
A wind, haunted; wings without bodies
Oh

The snow, the bitter snowfall
You long to die in her pale arms, crystalline
To become an ode to silence
In the soul of a mountain of birds, fallen
Oh

The cascading pallor
Of ghost-less feather

The snow has fallen, and raised this white mountain
On which you will die and fade away, in silence