Saturnus

Find your wasteland sharp and cold
beyond the doors of fear and love.
Seek the rose - her tiny leaves - climbing up the walls.
Even her life is taken by winter's night.
When he breathe upon her neck.
Look at her, as she smiles of death -
her body grabbed by icy hands,
any thorn is overruled by night.
For he crawls into the hearts of all.
The eye of the moon is glowing, though...
she is silent, at distance - lonely wolf is howling.
Then... everything is silent.
The cold is sneaking up upon us all.