Cold, this misty night
A black moon's preparing my mind
Out here, I seek her shrine
I welcome the queen of the lowest world
Into the ice hall
Where mirrors reflect my soul
She's freezing my tears
Taking all fears
Two sides to her face
Her claws pierce or embrace
Enter, with open eyes
You'll see her garden of delight
To the within
Beyond our memory
Falling so deep
Where unborn souls sleep
Hail, to the queen of death
Her shadow walks with you
Remember her kind
And understand life
Invisible mate
Waiting to seal our fate
Watch my strife
Hel, guard my life
Cold, this misty night
A black moon's preparing my mind
Beneath eternal fog
I have seen clear
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