Frozen soil cracks beneath my feets,
My cold pride burns in my heart
And ancient spirits wander around here beneath the glacier
Like shadows of a past that died, but lives on though.
They are the echoes of the mountains,
Like fragile summerflowers
On a cold winternight
They wither, they wither and die.
They are the winters dead summerflowers.
On their grave I layed frostroses.
But the silence annonunces my d**h.
Did I come here to die?
Here, where the sun is cold
And the desert is endless.
Here beneath the glacier
Where ancient spirits wander.
Here is my home
And here I want to die.