At the end of all time is a winter night, vast and eternal all life is stopped by a frost, biting and cold This is where it all ends: under a cold, starlit sky, between ancient mountains in an unforgiving land. Leafless trees, frozen in silence point gnarled branches as if to lay blame at the roots of another Flakes of snow gently fall in a cold dark silence Trees dressed as white tombstones dot the dead landscape Journey into the eternal winter, through white frost and endless cold In a forsaken place of sorrow time stands still and silence reigns I wander into the snowstorm, a final journey for this mortal form, a body that shall never be found even should sun melt the ice on this ground This is where it all ends: under a cold, starlit sky, between ancient mountains in an unforgiving land. Leafless trees, frozen in silence point gnarled branches as if to lay blame at the roots of another Journey into the eternal winter, through white frost and endless cold In a forsaken place of sorrow time stands still and silence reigns