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[Вступление] Frost gathers where the old stones lean A pale breath crosses the buried green [Куплет 1] I climbed the ridge before the dawn With iron clouds pressed low and long The pines stood black against the snow Each branch held names i used to know [Предприпев] No bell, no fire, no guiding hand Only the white and vacant land [Припев] Call me through the winter gate I will meet the shape of fate Where the frozen rivers scar the plain I will rise beneath the rain [Куплет 2] The mountain opened like a wound A hollow heart beneath the moon My footsteps rang through buried halls While ancient dust fell from the walls [Бридж] Let the north wind strip me bare Let the silence take its share I have carried this weight alone Now i claim the dark as home [Припев] Call me through the winter gate I will meet the shape of fate Where the frozen rivers scar the plain I will rise beneath the rain [Аутро] When the last white morning dies Ash will lift into the skies From the stone, from the frost, from the flame I return without a name
