Ihsahn - After

White like deathbeds
Grief-worn sheets
Winter occupy the planes

And this is the after
The ending of ends

Ghostly death-cries
Soar the heavens
Like starving vultures

And this is the after
The ending of ends
This is the after
Where nothing transcends

White goes blanc
And no eyes meet
Snow-blind skies dissolve

Bright, limbo edges, overexposed
Reflects the inner core
A solitary rinthra's hell

Temples collapse
In a rumbling choir
To empty nights

Heaven meets earth
A fight to the death
Forever no more