

(oj moro moro)
Across the black water the frost starts to creep (aaaah)
Stone in the fire,
ash on the tongue The midnight bell has rung (hey!) (break!) (burn!)
Winter will reap what the river has sown
Bones in the forest,
left on the stone (oj da le li)
Cold iron strikes the ground
Awake the ancient earth
(aaaah-ha!) Into the maw of the storm
(tear it down!) (aaaah!)
The
frost remains
(oj
moro...)