All is cold and frozen
Frozen the sea, frozen the sky
Frozen is death, but I cannot die
Cannot die
As the snow falls
To cover this all
And all is cold
And cold is all
All is cold and cold is all
Cold
Frozen
Frozen is heaven and frozen is hell
And I am dying in this living human shell
I am a dying God, coming into human flesh
I am a dying God
Frozen my heart
Frozen my soul
Frozen my love
I am a dying God, coming into human flesh
Borders swell like the oceans
Nations swept away
In the steel rain
Wounds carved in the earth
The silent hands of genocide
Map the years
Forgotten legacies of dust
People remembered in nothing
But frugments of language
Verses of song
And shards of military rust
The gallows of cold hands
Tighten old rope
Young men hang in the fetid breeze
Like rotten fruid
Too ripe for harvest
They have marched us
Through the streets
Heralded our death
Proclaimed our end
And brought us to our knees
A host of the willing few
Is gathered at the Traitors…
When all is withered and torn
And all has perished and fallen
These great wooden doors shall remain closed
When the heart is a grave filled with blood
And the soul is a cold and haunted shell of lost hope
When the voice of pride has been silenced
And dignity's fires are but cinders
Their grandeur shall remain untainted
It is this grandeur that protects the spirit within
From the plight of this broken world
From the wounds in her song
I wish to die with my will and spirit intact
The will that inspired me to write these words
Seek not the fallen to unlock these wooden doors
