Venom

Questioning the future with flaming intent
I kneel before the temples of ice
Crystalised walls rise to 10,000 feet
Behind lies th answers to life
My cold breathless pain, makes me hunger for fire
Must forge on, must remain and fulfil my desire
Inside temples of
Running the tunnels, the icy walls scaled
I strech for the welfare of heat
Staring through clouds of my own fog-soaked breath