On snow covered, naked trees
The raven`s funerary crawl
Winter`s dreadful paces increase
The frost will twist in us all
The winds dissipate their cryes
That resemble to a woe
In their red and hungry eyes
Engaged with I am now
In dessilusions, conceptually
Underneath that snowy carpet
Abattoir`s blood entincing
Lost forever is any outlet
Well, when I`ll be defeated
The ravens will solemnly bow
Maybe I always knew it
And… likely it will show!