Suicide in My Cold Fortress Video (MV)

I approach the edge of the woods
Ground frozen, ice coating the bark
My final steps await
As ghosts of my being escape
With each final breath i release
A path thick with twisted trees
Slowly opening my flesh
With every step further
Rigid fingers acting free of autonomy
Drops of sacred elixir freeze
Marking my trail of self destruction
Drawing nearer the sight of my fortress
A one way gate, beckoning my being

Delusions of grandeur extinguished
In an epiphenic fury of self hatred
The gate vanishes upon my entrance
Walled in my fortress of misanthropic isolation
Each vessel drained of elixir
Staining these cold stone walls
Escape into utter blackness
My eternal entrapment
My slow death in the cold
My frozen self extinction