Behold of the moon

Full circle of the sun's reflection

Silvery light illuminates the world below



Gaze upon the world of frost

Forged from the ice of ages

Dominion of winter, realm of snow



In the snow

Traces of wolf

A trail leading into the wild

Untamed and fierce by it's nature



Across the woods

In absence of warmth forevermore

The soil is frozen to the core



On the shore

Of the stream colder than ice

A tomb built into a perfection



A grave that shall never be frozen

Dark waters

Calm surface

Gives no reflection



On the river floor

Underneath the countless fathoms

In the pitch black depth

Lies the fallen ones great in numbers



Beneath the icy flow

Buried in the lightless vault

Laid to rest into the deep

In the river of ice they sleep



What the chasm seizes, the depth will keep

No deliverance, gate to break free

No redemption, a salvation to seek

In the river of ice they sleep