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