Iced Over

Bright skies above my head
Dark waters flowing through my hair
Feel their pressure thunder my skull
Harrow chill over my skin.

They seek me, the ancient fiends
Look for hope that i can`t give
Wander through the cold of time
Loose the paths, the sickness thrives.

Visions are no more to be seen
I am chained to this wretched dream
A side of the crusted fields
Narrows me, deep, into their sacred realm.