Trails of blood lead me through the snow

Frozen in time, like our anger

My feet naked and blue, the blood frozen solid in my constricted veins

Evidence of a previous pain

The protocol of hate

A traitor of the soul

We meet each other in a simple land

One of freedom, choice and use of love

I arrive to late, as is the way of my being

A depraved moron scattering the ashes of his dreams

A sailor draining the sea from around him

Whimper and grieve

Shudder and drown

The crown is torn from your head,

The crest removed from our breast plate

Prepare for nothing