Arctic Land of Sin

Within this wasteland, cold, lost and without light lye the corpse of a man, hopeless and without life. But what was so bold, to take life from a man? Was it the bitter cold, or the loneliness of the land? In this land he once fought, for reasons unknown. Perhaps he had thought, he wasnt going to die alone. If loneliness were sin, may his soul be damned. Have fires burn him fom within, to where he cannot withstand. This is what he deserves, nothing more nothing less. But he still waits for her, so his soul may be put to rest. This land full of ice and sin, beats like a loveless organ. The burial of many men, where love and peace were all so foreign. Welcome to the land, The Arctic Land Of Sin. Where the life of a lonley man, never saw a compassionate end.