Lakes of ire
Funereal fire
You came to me as a dream
Ascend, descend
In ritual, bleeding
Set on course for infamy
And we sing for you, my love
Of the freezing waters below
Of the dream that all will feed
And of those that need to most
Of the raging eyes
That set to blaze those souls of fire and ice
Watchful eye
With winged desire
You lay in wait indignantly
A sordid past
Desirous lust
A scar exposed for all to see