Abyss - Wolfheart

By each circle of sun

My soul is growing colder

It’s building into a void

Hollowness and futility

Of any counter-actions

Fails to compare

With the non-fulfilment

To mould and repair

The world is darker than in aeons

And the sky is free from stars

This fall is colder than before

Glacial it has become

Frozen fire of the sun

New dawn of the day

Carries an altered grandeur

Distorted tranquility

It’s in the eye of the beholder

Singular view of the world

Without warmth or colors

Was assembled my universe