Under the Sign of Cold

Under the sign of cold
forever death is foretold
crashing high from life
or the creeping doom for man below

the sign deep within
usurps my pseudo-noble being
driving the mad man
to the state of beast he is

cold are my ways
cold are my trails
I please no myself
but being within me

Chaos is reason enough
when lust turns to hate
and back again
for I die as many times
as I get reborn

Foreverdark aeons
drink from the chalice of ages
let your outer self be clouded
unleash the storm within

Without past man may walk
with no concept of present you can live
without future man is free
raging, destroying all in way

Pleasing for the enthropy
we, who once claimed reason
now work to destroy order
to please the chaos within