God if you have not yet forsaken me
Save my soul from burning in this hell
Each time I attempt sweet slumber, I feel him
Dragging me, pulling me deeper every night
Until I drown in His infernal terrors

Dreams-

Though never could I call them so
Painfully vivid
Images burned into my mind
His eyes, two pools of solid black
And I can say with certainty
Never have I known such dark purity

Now every perfect angel made by your careful hand
Abandon me, they spit on me tonight
And I fear that in the nights to come
I will grow so far from you my Lord
I will not know your voice again at all

.'.Winter.'.