The dead white The eternal night No time or space A sacred cold place Lifeless and still Without pulse or will No moon shines the night Only the dead white Coffin of nature All is bleak Eternal mountains Everlasting sleep Like skinned corpses Threes stand stripped The ground is covered Frozen and chill The birds gone silent The flowers all dead The winds penetrating No sun ahead The cathedral of ice Frozen in time As winter withers I hear the call The ice is cracking I thrive on its fall Solitude is fading Burning beams of light Rebirth of old I ride the dead white