Ән мәтіні
[Кіріспе] Frost gathers on the window, The room forgets the shape of fire. [Куплет 1] I walk where the pines lean low, Past stones sealed under winter. A black river cuts the valley, Carrying names i cannot answer. [Алдынғы қайырма] The earth is still beneath my feet, But something wakes below. [Қайырма] Cold sky, open wide, Take the last warmth from my hands. I remain where the dark tide rises, Alone, but i still stand. [Куплет 2] Ash rests along the frozen path, Thin as breath on iron. Every bell inside the mountain Rings without a tongue or tower. [Көпір] Let the silence gather slowly, Let the white fields lose their end. In the deepest hour of winter, I become the storm again. [Қайырма] Cold sky, open wide, Take the last warmth from my hands. I remain where the dark tide rises, Alone, but i still stand. [Аутро] When the morning finds these ruins, There will be no trace of flame. Only wind across the highlands, Only frost repeating my name.
