Look at that light
which rises from the horizon
It lifts our wounded souls from the permafrost
This doesn't hurt me anymore
doesn't chain me to the icy ground
my breath isn't frosty
doesn't slit through my body
And we raise ourselves
And we raise ourselves
above this agony
And we are one1
Endless promises
of which not even a single one was fulfilled
made the times of darkness last forever
Worn out in the chains of waiting2
traces of iron on the wrists
Broken in the chains of waiting
the ways of tough deeds
But soon it will be our turn
and no one will stand in our way
We are free to leave
we are free to live
And we raise ourselves
And we raise ourselves
above this agony
And we are one
Frozen ground (frozen ground) 2x
And we raise ourselves
And we raise ourselves
above this agony
Frozen ground (frozen ground) 2x
1. or 'equal / the same'2. or 'expectation'