LYRIC

Frozen soil cracks beneath my feets
My cold pride burns in my heart
And ancient spirits wander around here beneath the glacier
Like shadows of a past that died, but lives on though
They are the echoes of the mountains
Like fragile summerflowers
On a cold winternight
They wither, they wither and die

They are the winters dead summerflowers
On their grave I layed frostroses
But the silence annonunces my death
Did I come here to die?

Here, where the sun is cold
And the desert is endless
Here beneath the glacier
Where ancient spirits wander
Here is my home
And here I want to die

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