Cold Stone - Madder Mortem

Spite and splendour, cold under stone

This is her promise

What is the name of the gift she brings?

Sleepless slumber under her wings

This is her promise

Cold, cold stone

Cold stone that buys and baits you

Cold stone that hides and hates you

Older than pride and pyre

Older than flood and fire

Here the swiftest beat will stop

Here the strongest man will fall

In her tower, in her halls

In her silent maze of cold stone

Cold stone to groom and grind you

Cold stone to mae and mind you

Cold stone to bleed and blind you

Cold stone to break and bind you

And her arms won’t let you go

And her weight will pull you down

And her breath is in your lungs

And her laugh is that of cold stone

What are the words that will always remain?

Hunger, sorrow, winter and rain

These are her promises