Under a dying sun

A memorial service

Mourning by flag

The smell of warm pine

From a wooden soul

On the ever-green

The heaven is in frozen land

Under all the ice

Until the sun is back again

Unburying all the secrets

For a solid rock

A sorrowful widow

Played a rusty saw

Under the first snow

Angels were waiting

In a winter grave

The heaven is in frozen land

Under all the ice

Until the sun is back again

Unburying all the secrets

Our home

Our rolе is not to survive

So there is nothing to fеar

Our role is not to survive

Angels will be waiting in a winter grave

The heaven is in frozen land

Under all the ice

Until the sun is back again

Unburying all the secrets

Our home

Angels will be waiting in a winter grave

Angels will be waiting in a winter grave