Echoes in the Snow

Oh lord, my botched and broken being knows no sanctity, I hasten my fall with every further descent
 My agony means nothing to you, yet I squander and crawl in your world, desperately clutching to light that isn't there
 Lost to this world is the vast primordial spirit, its icons shattered with time and replaced with the shadow of crosses and spires
 You laugh at my rejection of faith, you've no time to pity the damned, the destitute feel no longer your grace, unceremonious passing for those who cannot be grieved
 A lifeless husk that seeps through the cracks like the tears of the fallen
 May I re-join the damned who left this world as smolders at your stakes
 These bones are ashes enravled in flesh unfurled in the cleansing
 A shroud of silent grief cloaks the pyres, the screams of those beloved stoke the fires
 I'm not of this world, I'm the grey that surrounds thee
 I am the silence, an unrelenting stillness, free
 All is lost but these ashes remain, gracing the ground with their memory
 All is one but this world is a carcass, dressed with the dead and their woes
 The ash coats the world in its silence
 Beneath the ice lies its soul
 Its hatred never dies nor forgives them
 Misfortuned are those who are condemned
 They live again but as ghosts in the mist, watching the world as it burns
 Condemned to die and cast to the skies to then watch their homes wreathed in flame
 Blinded by splendor, seared by heat
 Wait no longer, march now in to the light
 They became the falling ash and snow
 Return to dust and embers in the soil
 Untold names in the snow
 Lifeless, bitter autumn leaves
 Sorrows echo on for many an age
 A silent hymn for the dead none can hear
 March now into the light...