Winter's eve, inexorable, impending The sinister grief empowers with her approach Shreds of forgotten kingdom gleam scattered Crowning the northern icy peaks Adorning the thickets of eastern woods Immersed to mists of severe western plains Seen from afar in southern macabre sunsets I fulfill the summon and march away To gather the mere fragments And weave anew what we once lost Each of streams is destine to definite sea And so is our fate beyond will Yet each may attempt to carve own channel Beside the shores are built of clay or stone I have ever crafted forms outlying To avert the admittance Of outwards impurity That would disrupt my journey Into dismal void Thirst for revival, wisdom of the woods I sense the omen in the eyes of a wolf I grant my very entity To be absorbed by the four elements And fill the four seasons With dark passion and morbid woe So I dwell from the subsoil To the void that diffuses among Starlit skies, this night opened Cast the silver marks On the snow I follow My essence like air, I become a journey...