In the darkness where the snow is silent, Footprints that lead nowhere emerge. Screams break in the icy wind, And shadows, hungry, claim naked bodies.
The moon, sick witness of the forbidden, Stains the whiteness with an invisible red.
There are torn eyes in the eternal night
and mute languages that still want to scream.
But no one returns from the cursed threshold. Well, the mountain keeps its secret with fury
A dance theater in Frost, And every time the prayer returns, it's as if they're saying