Winter Descent's Eve I Become the Journey

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...