From Towers Of Sleep , Down Coiled Steps 
I slowly descend to my oneiric dungeons 
Knowing that I walk to meet my shadow 
And greet pure anguish, pure desecration. 
I reach an alcove lit by a strange moon, 
Where a familiar body lies on the ground. 
What secrets have brought me here? 
(Only the breathing trees can know...) 
The crystal vision shatters into reflections of frozen blood 
As the knife in my hand reveals the final moment 
(...in the forest, you will die...) 
And the dead rejoice with glee,
For the night has bestowed their coldness in me!