This eternal white as far as the eye can see Remnants of eras long forgotten Memories faded into the depths of mystery Can I recover them? I raise my head and breathe in deep Words of the old ones fall to me As snow on the mountain I know this is how it should be The long sleep of winter This eternal white as far as the eye can see Remnants of eras long forgotten Memories faded into the depths of mystery Can I recover them? I raise my head, so far I see Tranquillity The lake of death Grasping the purity within I shall rise, if not for long To wither here in my final place of peace No better place to glare upon one last time I smile, I cry I blissfully let go