Hear me now,
in tongues of olde,
speak the truth of the Cold.
Through world-weary eyes,
lives a land crystallized.
Frozen still it lies,
forever captured in the ice.
Rising sun, it does no good,
though it wants, it never could.
Setting sun has given up,
retreating home, a lonely pup.
Time rules here, a natural king,
borne always on Fate's wing.
This their home, the forgotten souls,
the years never pass, here, in the Cold.
