Drowned in a world of one colour | Announced by a thousand trumpets in the sky, Til no more bells chime
Avalanche!
Between the woods and frozen lakes - Boreas whispers:
The world shall be covered in white gloom
Boreas whispers:
Hide the hills and hide the woods, the rivers and the seas
Snow, ice and rime
Avalanche!
A silence dwells in the black Tree-TOps, Slowly rises the moon
The acre shines so white and cold
On a stony hill - a cold body - forgotten and silent
Is melting away in the silver waves
Oh! bitter moon your gloomy shelter
Oh! black frost the ground so hard - the air so bitter
Oh! old man – inhale my cold breath
Frost and smoke - A step in the empty grove
A monk that fades away - in the darkness soft and dark
The priests escorts the dead - man
In the darkness the wind still blows Through old shafts which are buried
The palate tastest the frost strong spice
The tree of grace is flowering in silver
See the pure light - The glowing of white gloom