

(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...)