The last birds have left
Exiled by winter
Lights of the north
A dancing halo

Stretching over mountains
The whispers forge every lake

Far have you wandered
Lay down
Close your eyes
Embrace the final rest
Long lasting calls wither and die

A fading Sun
A falling star
A growing rage
A distant roar

Your fire betrayed you
The scent reveals where you hide
Shadows reaching to claim your reeking skin
Signs of a storm, no need to repent
This wall is heading for you
Its will is your end