Landscapes On Hold کے بول

Frozen iron graves, Above the sheets, An empty heart, Makes its way through the fields. Magnificence, vast emptiness, Landscapes on hold, beyond the reign of death, Magnificent, landscapes clear and bright, From now on, forever winternight. Warm breath rose to the nightsky, Myself covered in a coat and fur, And the landscape, buried under the shining sheets, Lay sleeping in motionless silence, Above all, the silver light, Embracing the eternal winternight The leaves have finally faded And the farewell tears have dried In the piercing coldness, Leaving the silence The wooden shacks, barely visible, And the tree tops, in a frozen crown Under the merciless beauty, At which I gaze in admiration And in this moment I stand alone And proud beneath a hole in the frozen ground, Destined for me.....