One Walks Down - Magenta Harvest

The voice of winter

A shattering sound

Echo of murder

Dissonance of death

Black trails

Upon white curtains of snow

Moments, sentiments of power

And a weakening breath

Higher their path

One weeps, in silence

The other does not

Trees make gateways

Empty eyes, frozen blood

To slumber through

A falling hand

Shadows grow thick

In their temple of end

Empty eyes, frozen blood

A choir of crows, no prayers said loud

Only a single trail returns

Circling down the hill

Once two climbed up

Only one walks down

The fog of fresh blood

Upon his ending words

Aggression embraces all vision

An endless, sanctified mission

Soon all warmth is gone, nothing left

A choir of crows, no prayers said loud

The frozen trees stare

Upon the dark rivers on ice

Upon the dark rivers on ice

Empty eyes, frozen blood

Empty eyes, frozen blood

Like roots of energy lost

Silence falls

On the black trails

Like rivers on ice

The voice of winter

A shattering sound

Echo of murder

Dissonance of death

Empty eyes, frozen blood

A choir of crows, no prayers said loud

Only a single trail returns

Circling down the hill

Once two climbed up

Only one walks down

The fog of fresh blood

Upon his ending words

Aggression embraces all vision

An endless, sanctified mission