At the end of the civilized line Where the winds of silence cry Where life flows in unseen streams And all we know is just a lie In the heart of the raging storm Where northern heat meets southern snow It brings forth waves with wrath and form Like castles of ice that grow It’s the cradle of the unknown Where no man dared to tread And those who strayed too far alone Were never seen or heard or read The solid wall of frozen breath Where air itself can freeze Drowns out life in violent death As temperatures fall with ease An unbreachable, towering gate Guards the sacred scroll inside Where truths in shadows lie and wait From mortal eyes to hide It’s the Dome of Ice No soul may pass The bridge between mirror and mirrored face Where spirits mourn in glass The hideaway of truth untold Where liars find their tomb It holds a tale from times of old One we may never exhume A chasm wide that separates What’s real from what deceives A lonely world behind sealed gates Where nothing leaves, nor grieves Where crimson currents start to bleed And whisper what could be The blood of spirit silent seed No mortal eye shall see The edge of sight, the end of mind Where reason fails and fades The frozen belt where snakes still wind And time itself degrades It’s the Dome of Ice No soul may pass The bridge between mirror and mirrored face Where spirits mourn in glass The hideaway of truth untold Where liars find their tomb It holds a tale from times of old One we may never exhume