True North
Irrepressible this hold
A biting gloom will enshroud
Starkest feeling appears and grasps what's left
Come forward
Young moonlight
As a web of thorns
Enraptured
Enraptured
Dawn aloud
Brace yourself, you seem so far and bled
Bygone wish
Let them come, omen of...
And name us
Young moonlight
As a web of thorns
Enraptured
Enraptured
Blood trickles down
In perfect form
So pure
Ravished again
As we lay banished