Crooked rods of glassy ice

Scrape across the flaking bone

Frozen fingers pinch with delight

Ignoring the dying’s desperate moan

Arctic poles of icy frost

Slowly inch their way inside

Parting the bleeding human flesh

Baring the mess you strove to hide

Slippery chains of glacial rime

Slyly plunge deeper into the soul

Freezing the once-living spirit

Into a wretched, rotten hole

The cold manacles deftly bind

Chilling all that once could breathe

Across your mind, through your head

A brutal net they did weave

With slow, bitter hands, they kill all

Freezing them into immobile ice

The painful end comes to everyone

Across their souls, the cold will slice

The cold will last for always and forever

There is no hope for all to mend

Dark and hatred will rule eternally

Light and love have come to an end