All that remains is grey.
What grew once sacred and plentiful beneath the sun
withers in decay,
only preserved by the cyclical freezing of the northern winter...
Its beauty long engulfed in the fade,
Wilting, wilting, but an echo, all that remains:
The lightless skeleton of hope’s glimmer.
The sheen of ice, it’s apocryphal shimmer.

This life fades, but the flesh persists.
Enjoyment stripped by the passing of time.
Suffering banality for an irreconcilable end...
The wilt of foliage and the melting of rime.

As the heart beats fast and the fear sets in,
all is still beneath the winter sun.
As nauthiz is carved into flesh and bone
What exists in the soul speaks when alone.

As the heart beat slows and hypothermia sets in,
all is still beneath the winter sun.
As isa is carved into flesh and ice
what exists in the heart will come to the light.

“Nuestra patética existencia
agrega demasiado peso.
Lo que una vez fue sagrado.
Ahora no tiene verdades.
Nuestra residencia temporal
Causando daño permanente.
El corazón de la tierra se desangra
solo quedan eskeletos”
(lyrical contribution and guest vocal by Victor Sanchez)

The only constant is change
The gears continue to grind with the hand of man’s aid.
Only we are to blame
for the treasure we bury and lose,
for pride painted over the shame...

...And the mire’s death is suspended til the coming of spring,
....And the song bird flies south and continues to sing,
....And the warmth resumes the rot that we know it will bring,
The horror is knowing our endeavors will not amount to a thing.