Sterile wastes lay before me In my reach, in sight for me to grasp A cold wind sweeps in from afar
The foul breath of man Clawing at me Without mercy Hunting my skin Making my lungs ache Chilling my bones But I stand untouched by the winds furious voice
A warmth grows, in my chest A warmth that no winds nor icy waters can lessen Unearthly, slumbering cinders That burns endlessly Unquenchable by weather
So I walk out on the cold surface The ice melts beneath my feet My footprints, burning away the cold, Turning the frozen, into misty puddles Of black stinking water This is what will be their downfall
In the centre I halt Feeling a surge in me Like a flow of lava And I brake (sic) the barrier