Years spent in a soulless vessel of flesh,
This cold can't preserve my wounds.
They bleed.
My remains are rotting away in reminiscence.
Watching our realm freeze,
Without your embrace's creed.

I was meant to fall,
with the higher ambition to touch you.
My fate can't reach your divine vastness.
So come now and melt the glaze,
And burn down our realm.
A final blaze of your flaming gaze,
Will turn this kingdom to drifting ash,
A whelming flare.

Bathed in your eyelashes gamma blaze,
Melt the ice from my burned, cracked flesh.
What will I do,
Without my kingdom and queen beside?
So I'll let your gaze devour me from existence,
And turn me into ashes like our realm.

I'll burn my mortal flesh;
And let my immortal ashes drift...
...Into the divine air,
that you breathe.

Falling through shackles of memories,
My ashes will drift into your vastness.