Bleak on the barren wasteland,
Spires of angelic white rise high,
From the last of the churchyard,
All stones now covered with snow,
The midnight sun is soon rising,
And I lie here naked,
Cold at the end of this winter day!
Bleak misery, shine for me...
Dark raven still very steadfast,
Eyes gazing down at my frozen body,
Too afraid to die, yet too scared to move,
I built a collapsed world,
The midnight sun is now rising,
And I lie here beaten,
Alone in the middle of this winter eve!
Cradled indignity, it's for me...
Before the final hope slips away,
While my grasp on reality still holds,
Ice crystals turn to water and run off,
Returned to the forever land,
It could very well be the hand of god,
And now I'm warm,
Being pulled from this winter night!