cleanse my wounds in winter moon desire  this endless quest for sanctuary pure  as formless levithans swim avernian seas  crystal citadels call me in my dreams  desolate epochs, the statues they weep  through eons passing, the guardians still sleep  the towers of silence  a fortress of strength  this wealth of compassion  would ease my descent  my heart greets forests, once sacred, profane  the earth my mistress in pleasure and pain  seeking solace in the glory that was  of hidden shrines to gods now lost  amongst hopes ruins to find my true place  I orphaned of heritage a man of no race  cleanse my wounds in winter moon desire  this endless quest for sanctuary pure  drown nights sorrow, in rapture divine  enchantment delirium, and yet do I seek  winter moon rapture, the ebb of her light  but I cannot see, for the tears in my eyes  winter moon rapture, the ebb of her light