I can't recall
That the summer came this year before the fall
Leaves didn't grow on trees grass wasn't green
No lifesigns to be found
It's like a soundscape of silence

Soundscape of silence

The final harvest has become
With bare hands we sowed the fields of ice
Let's crop that died on the ground
Into the frozen soil
Where I bury myself to be reborn

To be reborn

I can't recall
That the summer came this year before the fall
To the land of thousand frozen lakes
Where the endless winter without sun will bury us
Like a snowfall