The snows, raining
Burying you alive
Thick levels, you're now forgotten
A crypt made of nothing
Burying you, dying

The sun, hidden
Behind the moon.
I've rushed, I had fallen
Won't rise up any soon
A godless world crying, for things yet known
Its rain made of frost, burying you alone
For no reason, so random
A cruelty of life before a hiding sun

Whom shall hear my cries, when I can't see you
Your tomb is forming before my eyes,
And do I see true?

Faith's helpless
When the snows are burning you alive
And I'm watching.