Aberant winding way
Cascades sheltered in white
Lead them far astray

Where shrouded frail may hide

Pursued is ones prey

Onto trackless ground of frozen grey
Flight to river marmoreal
Where cold-blooded winds of north them flay


Streams blind and old
No sin or virtue here avails

Tie them nameless holds
Berths beneath thine waves


March onward unmarked trails
Horns underneath bay strident wails
Upon coiling spine

Shed ice-white blades of serpent scales

Frost upon their graves

Furrows fraught with dead
Thrill waters to deprave
And slower runs the river red