The temple has shut it's doors...
I'll embrace the ice wastelands as my new home.
Though the times have passed under the hourglass,
I linger in your might, on your return...
The frames have gone by slowly,
But the feeling has gone away suddenly...
The hole will never be returned to it's place,
And I shall never be complete again.

Many things have streamed in this mind,
Recollections of smiles and musical events,
People holding hands and freedom more than a word...
Decision was individual although conditioned by the system.
But there was life, love and hope...
Until he came...
First he stole our sun leaving us to die in the cold...
The first days, crops, animals, forests and unaware millions of us,
Froze where they stood.
Most of the sea became rock solid,
But the few ones that lived or worked close to a geothermal fissure,
Were able to develop new warming clothes,
New ways of celebrating the millions of dead...

But we were all lost...
Without purpose is much worse than without hope...