Within the spectral cold
Blessed I am with burning habits
And the dead are my strength
To build a home, to plant a tree
An abyss so dark
A fall so deep
I cannot awake
From this poisoned dream
I am only free if I fall
I can only flee if I fall
But I won't fall
The eyes of the dying king
He looks through the souls of his loved ones
His mind crosses the open sea
Dust
Far away