Who am I
In this winter so cold
Frustrations scratch my invisible garden

Where am I
In these solemn white fields
In the dim morning light

Who am I as I look towards the sky
Now I lay down, awaiting to die
When the birds sing a lullaby
The silent winter, I yearn for its embrace
The silent winter, I yearn for its embrace!

As the sun begins to rise
And devours my skin and the ice
I become one with the soul

The silent winter, I yearn for its embrace

Who am I as I look towards the sky
Where the birds sing a lullaby
Now I lay down, awaiting to die
The silent witner, I yearn for its embrace!