I walk in knee-deep heavy snow and feel the wind on my skin. I'm on journey to the north where I was sent. I heard the calling by the light and silent whispers in the wind. And behind these trees I found the monument. Cold as ice - Pure as light. Icon of ice - witness of my demise. The icon shines its cold blue light. Icon of ice - reflection of life. The icon opened the eyes of my mind.
Strait is the gate and narrow way which leads me unto life. I feel like life has become an open field. For a while there is no woe and all my fears are laid to rest. Fallen is my heavy burden from which I'm freed. Cold as ice- Pure as light. Icon of ice - witness of my demise. The icon shines its cold blue light. Icon of ice - reflection of life. The icon opened the eyes of my mind. Icon of ice - monolith of Christ. The icon shines its cold blue light. Icon of ice - reflection in time. The icon opened the eyes of my mind. | 
