From the abyss of eternal peaks
where the sun died long ago
frost ascends like a verdict
that turns bones to dust

Whispers of the dead mountains
ring like the crash of collapsing worlds
cathedrals of ice rise
from every tear that froze mid-flight

In nomine glaciei — in the name of ice
In nomine mortis — in the name of death
the gates are opening
where all fire comes to end

Sing with us the cold
sing with us the darkness
sing until the blood freezes
in your veins like a river in December

Nothing grows here — nothing lives here
only the wind that remembers
the names of all the dead

…et in glacie aeterna quiescimus

In valleys where the dead gods sleep
Beneath the frost of moonless storms
The mountains chant forgotten grief
In voices carved from ancient stone

I walk alone through dying forests
Where blackened snow consumes the earth
Each breath becomes a funeral hymn
Each step another wound in time

Ravens circle over ruins
Their wings like shadows over graves
The sky dissolves in funeral smoke
As glaciers swallow human names

I hear the choirs beneath the ice
Ancient kings in endless sleep
Calling me toward the frozen throne
Beyond the reach of mortal fire

Whispers beneath the snow…
The throne awaits…
Cold… eternal… silent…

The world turns into ice…
And silence becomes eternal…

Frozen skies collapse tonight
Beneath the black celestial storm
I hear the dead call out my name
From caverns carved in ice and void

The moon bleeds ashes on the earth
Cold winds devour dying flames
I walk alone beyond the sun
Into the mouth of funeral dark

Cold wind. Black sky. Dead earth. No life.
No faith. No god. No name. No past.

Ice breath. Dark blood. Slow death. No sound.
Step down. Fall deep. No rise. No sleep.