Into forests boreal, Abies balsamea
Seeking meaning, finding nothing but a frozen reflection
A tyrant restored to the throne, ringed by his mewling sons
Pater Dominis, cling to the hem of his robe
What succour do you hope awaits in the mountains dark and cold?
The comforting embrace of divinities of old?
Embattled - So fragile
New skin for old ritual
Into forests boreal
Beyond the Taiga shield
Plutôt la nature morte…
Dans la nuit froide de l'oubli