In the land where days hesitate
Where earth and sky are alike
Where no life should breed
Amidst of it something breathes

Centuries of memories that rest in my head
To me they weigh more than the stars in the sky
Again I awake on a winter's eve
Dig up to hear the moon tell me stories never said

Alone on the fields of snow
I listen to the winter grow
The northern wind once flew, now stoned
A freezing lullaby it moaned

In response to him I whisper
The essence of my lonely soul
And when it's dark and cold outside
The tempest will carry on my echo

So there I am in the frozen grave
Hoping that me the night will save