No presence of mortals in silent fields of gray No movement, no lifeline in utter cold void The path I chose to wander lies north Where rust is priceless and ice covers the earth Winter's mist is near Where gleaming shadows crawl And I could only substitute joy with strict logic And I could only substitute life with imminent death Return to nihil law since motion is futile I sink in cold void, adjust in the higher scorn Here man resembles gods and gods resemble man We suffocate in mortal shell We need no blood but frost Frost!