Nocturnal Deities of Winter

Winter of life, winter of death Deities come alive, from the shrines They chant for me, like a call from the tombs Conjure me free, like ascending fumes Deities of winter—my body disinter The deities of unlight, in the darkest winter They chant for me, like a call from the tombs Conjure me free, like ascending fumes Nocturnal deities of winter My body disinter All life splinters Embraced by the Reaper's fingers