Paroles de Shround of Icy Stillness

Stretched out, shuddering Shaken by unknown fevers Shivering with piercing icy frost arrows Hunted by thee, O thought Unutterable, Veiled, Horrible One Thou huntsman behind the clouds Struck down by the lightening bolt Thou mocking eye that stares At me from the dark Thus I lie Writhing, twisting, tormenting With all eternal tortures, smitten By thee, cruel huntsman I shall know thee, Unknown One Who searches out the depths of my soul And blowest through my life like a storm Ungraspable, and get my kinsman! I shall and will know thee, and serve thee