The light that casts from the moon

From the mountains I hear their thunder

As the darkness holds my wounds

The snow holds shape of what’s under


Under frigid snow

I call from a place of Echoes

Disposed like coins in wells

Released but never set free


Of fathers and mothers forgotten

Their tears water their grass cover graves

At night with no sleep I do wonder

How fruitful our people if saved


Under frigid snow

I call from a place of Echoes

Disposed like coins in wells

Released but never set free


In silent nights of whispers

We’ll cast upon the wind

I watch as seasons change,

Forever entangled in sin


Under frigid snow

I call from a place of Echoes

Disposed like coins in wells

Released but never set free