Fire Above, Ice Below - Agalloch

The woeful silence

and wind’s reflection

of your body’s pale ode:

an icy fortress

of blood and ages.

Sky fire above, ice below the hearth.

Sky fire above, ice below the hearth.

Fall away from me to that citadel

at the end of time,

where death sleeps

and dreams of your buried pain.

There has never been a silence like this before.

There will never be an ode like this again.