vocals to come in the unforseeable future

Dreams that haunt my every night
May exist in this cold void of life
A shadow out of dreams
A shadow out of void
Loneliness, upon the grey shore
A spell of fog over the eastern sea
An autumnal wind chills my bones
The sky is black
The stars are dead
Trees sway behind me, iceclad
Dancing to the spell of the fog
My life, my grave is here
An escape from the sorrow
At the shore of the eastern sea
In the dark a cruel wind wails
Out of the endless sea, black
There shall be no dawn
To warm the corpse
There can be no spell
To release the heart
The spell of fog over the eastern sea
Over the islands of the dispossessed
In the dreams of the desperate
Until the cold dreamless sleep

In the cold waste beyond the northernmost silence
Where the sun never rises nor does it set
Wailsong is heard echoing in the distance
A cruel ethereality is in the black starlit sky
Once the flow of the waters has stopped
And all is become as an icy monument to life
That was frozen to death so long ago
All I hear are screams from within myself
Roots of frost, in this land of frost
Once the dream of all hope was lost
And all became as an icy recitation of death
That froze the heart of the wolf and man
Upon a placid non-existential plane
A wailsong is heard, in the darkness
of the long polar but yet inner night