up to the barren and cold
as the last trees passes out of sight
awe strikes where even the air bites
and ice ceaselessly survives
announcing the rite taking place here tonight
fading to black then explode in attack
hits the blazing northern lights
the colors painted in flight
and i watch and i sink in the snow but in spite
of this call from the other side i rise
this is their gift through the bond
awe strikes where even the air bites
and ice ceaselessly survives