Of Frost and Folklore

This frozen landscape, such cold embrace I give to you, who seeks my truth I can only give you warmth for so long Before my cold heart shivers into death Deserving of my riches Servant to my wishes The words that form your prayers Mean nothing to these ancient eyes Dreaming of a time of no existence No existence for mankind Gather in your churches I'll absolve you of your sin I bleed for you Give me your scars