In ruins of ice Past fragments are visible Civilisation monuments Became gravestones Keeping in cold They are invariable They will leave not earlier, Than this world will fail!
Epochs were passed Since any movement had stopped Now even light of the suns has become dimmer All of them are in the same place, in the same tomb Artefacts and their creators They always will be here, in rest
Howl of winds It is here instead of music Singing of dead souls Without any words Light or darkness There is no distinction Land of oblivion Land of those who has found death
Of spirit, but not of flesh Payment for eternal Conservation of the brainchilds As a part of landscape They have merged with a planet Having kept that is really important They knew the true price of things
Fine and never-fading Are protected from destruction Proud and firm Masters of their own lives Pass through glacier heart Feel and behold them there They will suggest to stay with them And you cannot resist
Comprehension of Senselessness of life Former values Become insignificant Give up fear and doubt Listen to their call They are waiting for you In the house of ice