Frigid Prescence

Denying To Live This Life
That All We Keep
Following The Steps
Of Our Shadows

Scream For Our Dark Silence
That Goes Distorting Our Thoughts
Bringing us to fall, to fade
In an endless sorrow

Living in tedious places
Where our dismal thoughts
Guard all our fears
Make our sorrows appear

Through the eyes of the dying
Through their frost hands
Can you feel the frigid prescence
And the languid face of death