Æolian - The End of Ice

In this cold land
Where all is dressed in ice
A piece of white is ripped from his mother

Beginning its journey
Towards the unknown
Going only where the current wants

Floating on the water
Moving with the waves
Scraping the skin in this salty place

Far away from home
Going to the horizon
Feeling emptiness and seduction

And the calm
Becomes fury
My skin is flying
On the sea
A large water wall
Is sharpened by the wind

In a transparent layer I become
Most of me is melted
Remember the old times in sadness

However we have different ways
Our coexistence in this world
Will decide the future of both

Under a shining sun
Without a place to hide
It's time to think about the past

We were a crowd
In a forgotten land
United by the eternal winter