Bloody Traces in the Virgin Snow

The loss of power to rebellion
Means lunacy
A cloud of sheer darkness
Invades my wrath
...I die
In front of that image of nothingness
A crystall building
To save your slavery
...And then the grand night began
The freezing veil
But at least it can´t hide
The bloody traces in the virgin snow
Pain is monumetal...
...Disorder polarising...
...Death is the key to the gate
Time has quitted to exist
And the son of winter was born
...I die
In front of that image of nothingness
A crystall building
To save your slavery
My eyes broke forever
As the spring re-entered my lips