I couldn't find the rest of that other song I wrote (I guess my vocalist must have the only other copy), so here is something else, which I think is just as cool...
If bleaker night could dawn
With tenfold gloom on moonlit nights unstarred
A limpid labyrinth of dreams
Where wind-bitten elms
With dead boughs creeping
Lament the silence of the world below
A shadowy isle of bliss midst the steely see,
Where forgotten winters carve the sunless sky
Within sundered regions of a ravenous world
Where summer songs ring hollow
And flowers are slain
While frost is begotten
Black shadows are loosed from accursed hills
Upon wings of incandescent terror
While dead dreams of days forsaken
Chant hymns of doom
And sorrows turquoise throat
Reveals her onyx voice an embryonic kick
To the heartstrings of pain
Alone in grey and formless worlds
Where winters rains and ruins
Wrought beneath the winds of deaths imperishable wing
Weave webs of sorrow
And weeds grow green from the graves of roses,
A gaunt bleak blossom of scentless death
Foreshadowing a bleak and unborn future
Earth, air and water accursed
Upon a wind-warped upland throne,
A colourful melancholy
As autumns withering remains fall
Beyond our stone-masked triumph,
A god self slain on his own strange altar
Foreshadowing our bleak and unborn future
- Wayfaerer