| One night it happened
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| The morning never came
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| It has been snowing ever since
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| The plague of cold harvests the land
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| And only few still wait for the sun
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| Cities are buried under white curse
|
| Remains of the man lay on the glacial ground
|
| The monuments of ice curve upon us
|
| Leading our way to the bitter end
|
| One night it happened
|
| The morning never came
|
| The clocks tick anew
|
| This same hour of dark
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| And if we had only known
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| That it would last forever
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| We would have forgiven ourselves
|
| And let the snow bury us together
|
| One night it happened
|
| The morning never came
|
| Now it’s been seven years ever since
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| The season of dark fell upon us
|
| And only few still wait for the sun
|
| Cities are buried under white curse
|
| Remains of the man lay on the glacial ground
|
| The monuments of ice curve upon us
|
| Leading our way to the bitter end
|
| One night it happened
|
| The morning never came
|
| The clocks tick anew
|
| This same hour of dark
|
| And if we had only known
|
| That it would last forever
|
| We would have forgiven ourselves
|
| And let the snow bury us together
|
| Cities are buried under white curse
|
| Remains of the man lay on the glacial ground
|
| The monuments of ice curve upon us
|
| Leading our way to the bitter end |