Bog of the Infidel - Under the Solstice Glow

Each icicle a tear drop, each broken bough a grin
Each felled tree his laughter
Let the cycle again begin
In summer cometh slumber, spring is a yawn to awaken dawn
Fall weaves her dull dreary yearning
Winter forth brings mourning's storm
Aloud and with purpose footsteps printed upon snow
Reflected, majestic, upon icy surface
Under the Solstice Glow
Redundant and grief stricken all aboard by contact sickened
Awaken to the screaming of a loved one dying near
Was this all just dreaming or visions of the new year?
I hear Satan sighing, you pass it off as mere winding blowing
Yet in the sky Lucifer's pride is still glowing
Oh, fallen one, guide me in my gleeful worship
We shalt kill the sun and tread upon ice
Aloud and with purpose