Glimmer of the snow reflecting the wintersun, blinding brightly white - a bliss of freezing light. Remaining a statue of ice, buried within own body a bliss of freezing light forever in the eyes. The frost bites on the flesh, burning with an icy flame, the grip of winter's hand is choking on the heart. Remaining a statue of ice, buried within own body a bliss of freezing light forever in the eyes. Bliss of freezing light