Songtext von Frost Upon Their Graves

Abeyant winding way Cascades sheltered in white Lead them far astray Where shrouded frail may hide Pursued is ones prey Onto trackless ground of frozen grey Flight to river marmoreal Where cold-blooded winds of north them flay Streams blind and old No sin or virtue here avails Tede them nameless holds Berths beneath thine waves March onward unmarked trails Horns underneath bay strident wails Upon coiling spine Shed ice-white blades of serpent scales Frost upon their graves Furrows fraught with dead Thill waters to deprave And slower runs the river red