Stygian III: Perennial Voyage (Across the Perpetual Planes of Crying Frost & Steel-Eroding Blizzards)

Awakened by the wailing of glacial winter winds, I arise from the hailstone to the majestic sight of brooding sunless skies.
 How many moons have passed while I slumbered deep within these halls?
 For all that once was is now but ruin and ice
 It's so cold
 Echoing out across the infinite tundra, my screams remain unanswered
 For everyone I have ever known and loved are gone forever
 Yet I hear them still, weeping beneath oceans of ice
 And I mourn them still, yearning to find peace among them
 Am I to linger in these realms until the stars wither and fade?
 Must I live to grieve for all of those I have left behind?
 And thus I walked the earth for untold aeons, in search of life through vestigial ruin
 But with each and every step that I took in the cold wastes, my grieving soul only grew weary
 Then I saw time devour the stars, and watched as the frozen rivers of the Juurn would reflect their light no more
 And I saw to the east a black sun rise over the bronze hills, and upon the sight of this fearful vision, I knelt in the snow and drew my sword into the ice
 Over the mountainside lies the end of my quest, I'm calling to the night sky
 Gone with the wind, my words are fading
 Take my sword and open thy gates
 Take my shield and grant me everlasting respite