sadness in the *pall* light of death The funeral march passed as slowly as autumn days The hymn was sung so bittersweet so like winters tragic song I
Emerald rays pierced the dusk that morning Painting a dull sickly color into my mind The eve of the emerald sun was upon me Denying me warmth, casting
Forgive this sullen man before thee I am but a broken husk of shadows In life, all I wanted was joy yet there is now nothing left for me ....only death
My tears sing your praise, in this house of sleep For your kind voice has died with the harsh winds (Though) The cold steals my scorn and pain of your
[the angel speaks] "The wind is the carriage from which I arrive And the storm's the road I travel The frost on the window is my kiss And the tears on