Through ancient frozen forest
As if wandering ghost between dead tress
I’m searching for forgotten source
Their waters will warm my cold flesh
Merciless northern wind beats my face
But I don’t feel his fierce malice to all that’s alive
In this misplaced realm of snowglades
I fall asleep and see a dream about the end of my life

And sticky cold had pierced my flesh
Snowfall will wrap my body with winter’s ashes