IN THE DIM OBSCURITY OF THE ECLIPSE 
A XENOLITH OF PURE BLACKNESS 
SPEARS INTO HEAVEN 
FROM THE LIGHT OF SATAN'S EYE 

MY EYES STARE INTO THE SHADOW 
MY HEART HUNGERS FOR WINTER 

THE IMPALED QUINTESSENCE OF GRACE 
TAINTED BY THE BLOOD OF THE ANGELS 
FORLORN INTO FROST 
IN THE SHADOW OF SATAN'S WINGS 

MY GLARE, LOVELESS AND DEAD 
AND THE FLOWERS... GONE