Texty: Isis. Ghost Key.

Ice cold
Snowing
Burnt eyes
The shadows

A fire
burns with
failing light
against the growing darkness

Taking over the night and day
You were with me then and always

Drown the Valley
Without hope
Frozen now
I'd bet you could
End this
Though we deny
Angels

Burst out of
All the burning
And now it
Escapes

In may
above the ground
A lamb is offered
to our god

This is the ghost key
This is our ghost key