I cut myself and still hurt

Grey pain still reminds

There is no Kingdom, Power, Glory

For those who freeze their lives behind

Following the wrong god I have been

Lusting for knowledge of the cold

North is closing down on me

At high noon and here

Fever, the northern lights of soul

Keeps driving thoughts to the pole

The fields of silence from my soul

Chilled neon blood in my mouth

The black clock makes tours of time

As I spend my days between the stations

North is closing down on me

At high noon and here

North is of heart and mind

My life frozen at zero