It comes from deep
a longing for truth that we can't handle
it burns ground under our feet
grains of sadness following us

Scythe, it cuts deeply this masque
Reaches up to the grey skies

Passes down, among hate and war
Vibrating chord, music for the hearts
whispering, destroying, dispelling
also where the ice lies within

Up again, near the sun, then falls
like everything in this world
We, disciples of this fall
we will endlessly sing this words

A frozen rose in a city street
she doesn't know, she lies cold
awaiting, praying, smiling
to the first rays of spring

when the ice within will meld

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