Hail inevitable will
Hail inevitable solstice
Winter circle, guard of the moon
Tides of ice, shield of the frigid star
Under the cloak of tundra, the temperature plummets
Monochrome visions of the arctic
Season of seance...science of silence
Lifeless soil, lion perserveres
Inexorable distance, cold blood sanctuary
Under the cloak...the sound of nothingness
Deafening roars of wandering winter winds
I bid the sun farewell as it flees from the cursed sphere
Numb bones, painless in hibernation