Cold, Pt. 2: Mårran

First chill of autumn
The Ghost of Winter descends to the Valley
I hope the roses won't wither from its icy presence
Mother loves her roses so

It stares, dead eyes wide
Revealing an all-devouring void
Dragging its burden, mountain-sized
All that once lived, it unwillingly choked

I am the shivers running down your spine
The silence in the dark
That makes you feel like you're not alone in the night

I am those eyes you feel watching
The frozen part in your heart
That even the warmest summer's day
Can't truly melt away

Forced mutilation
Boneless structure transformation
Oppressed mutation
All forms lacerated

But I was putrified by darkness, incarnation of death
A shallow essence that once had a form
I never came to be what you thought I would become

The barren lands in permafrost
Distant wailing echoing in the dark
Fear of the name, shivers down the spine
The coldness of the night remains

Oi eksynyt lapsonen, hauras hallan tiellä
Pelkoasi näytä älä, matkas pää on siellä
Tähtiä kuiskaillen routa saapui, siskos, veljes vei
Ennen niin hehkuva elossaan
Nyt kuollut lämpene ei

Emptiness can be so devastating
This hole in my chest
Depleted of affections
I see the world only in black and white
White as the ice and the snow I leave behind, and black
Black as my heart

Leeching out
All the warmth
The coldness
Of the night
Remains
Only coldness remains