Frozen Flame

Far, far away on the crystal icy shelf

Lies a man who's lost his spirit

Who's lost his sense of self

I want to melt his icy prison

I want to make his self to sing

Tell me, o my man-genius

Why is your spirit frozen through?

Where's your hope, your faith, your passion?

Are they frozen deep in you?

What sufferings have vanquished, those hopes that were so great?

Where've the great years gone?

The glories, of your song?

Hold out your frozen hand

I want to go with you to another, newer land

Tell me, o my man-genius

Why is your spirit frozen through?

Where's your hope, your faith, your passion?

Are they frozen deep in you?

I conjure thee- wake up

Renew your burning flame

Fly above us so high

Live forever in the sky

The being

What power art thou who calls on me, to break the bonds of snow and ice?

See'st thou not I've slept so long in this bitter cold?

I ask then to leave, I cannot move or draw my breath

Let me be, and let me freeze

Let me be, and let me freeze again

I ask then to leave, I cannot move or draw my breath

Let me be, and let me

Let me be, and let me freeze again 'till death!