At last I've found the perfect ground
To build my temple on
He's weak and tired, afraid of any sign
Of wild and angry nature
His blinking eyes, his shaking hands
Let winter chill inside the open doors
Inviting evil creatures
Possession fell upon his face
Frostbitten and insane
The filthy mortal never can confront
The powerful and ancient
I overtake that subtle consciousness to gain what's mine
There is no single chance for him
For I have no compassion
Wasted life
So you die
So bleak and cold
Cold
So bleak and cold, the wind has caught me by the wall
My will suppressed, my only dream is jumping to the fire
The flame would let me in, and leave the cold outside
The little gift for mortal's desires
Illusions fade, I slowly drift beneath the ice
The ice that's not thin enough to break onto the surface
My useless mind, my wasted love, my ruined life
I go down agonizing and hopeless