

Cold wind on the mountain ridge,
we cross the broken bridge.
The soil is frozen,
the harvest is dead. (dead)
We carry the weight of the words that you said.
Beneath the roots, the shadow grows!
(it grows!)
EARTH AND ASH!
Dust settles on the wooden floor.
No one's coming home anymore.
Burn the fields, tear it down,
we are lost in this hollow town. (lost!)
Let the
winter take
us. (take us...)