The climate surrounding you is always cold
Disgusted you wander midst humans
That you despise them all
Instinctively praising the death of light
The towering beacon that burns your eyes
You mount it and kill it and flee the site
Wind through the frozen trees
"I'll rape you all when I die"
Your deathwish for all sacred life is so real
A day is descending you waken and gather your steel
Instinctively praising the death of light
You're one of a kind because you are of lucifer and of ice
With lust so immensely strong