Freezing Ornate Throne Freezing ornate throne Inferior motion of duration Tranquility valley of cold seasons Bleeding the miserable whites Ceremonial armour Sunlight creeping across, cold and clear Grind stone, pools of grey flesh Liquid that filled my eyes Chipped idols in beds of ashes Ice reflection of black satin gowns Gargoyle faces of gateway Glistening silver river, abandoned grace Fog shrouded valled, gloom of gathered night Enter the tree rimmed darkness A red moon, green topez aura Floating clouds of mists, burning the midday sun Pillars of ice bubbling streams Frozen death, flames of life for false gods Chants for the leader of iron Orchards of grievance, before my eyes Priests hung on golden stakes, crimson flower Figures of four dimensions Through the passage of winter time Crystal tunnels to funeral urns Burning of rosary, ringing of the mourning bells Saints bleeding from their wombs Blue powers, the freezing ornate throne.