Shinigami - Misanthropic Winter Seclusion

Clouds over head veil the mountain, piercing the sky
The chill of the wind fills my spirit, the bite is relentless
It has been days since I have seen any footprints
At last there is distance enough from the rot, the suffocation

There is a place untouched by anyone
Perilous, though it may be, onward I walk

Misanthropic winter seclusion

Behind me is nothing, no retrospect
All I see is the path that I've yet to carve

Seeking the ice, I no longer decay
The hatred that once fed my strength, the catalyst
For that which I have always longed for
The demise of my former self, frozen with the mountain

There is a place untouched by anyone
Perilous, though it may be, onward I walk

Misanthropic winter seclusion

Behind me is nothing, no retrospect
All I see is the path that I've yet to carve