Pity my woe when the hours breathe faint and low and hell has risen its infernal flow The windy sky weeps above the sleeping sea No rays from the heavens shine down All is black beyond belief In the heart of wintry cold Wearing robes of sorrow the most ever known The mysteries that bind the flesh that I hold Reverence The veil is now drawn I still remember though ages ago it seemed Twin serpents speak not to me Eyes staring through the darkness of the abyss below trapped in immortal hell In this terrible hour The darkness beckons that which looms before me Oh thunderous night Cowering against the winds No tears will you shed Just kiss the pale lips of death and feel the fire burn within the icy shores
hour, wintry, cowering, windy, thunderous