Tekst piosenki
Behold the hour!
Beneath the spheres where winter casts her gloom,
The sun retreats, dim, captive of the pale,
While silver frost crowns every barren vale,
And silence hums a consecrated tomb.
Oh throne of shadow, vast, austere,
Sacred flame shall pierce the frozen sphere.
Oh shortest day, oh sacred frost profound,
Where Karachun rides on the world's still breast,
The hidden fire shall break the frozen bound,
And gild the heavens with returning crest.
Celestial choirs chant rites of hallowed might,
The argent moon ascends with spectral glow,
While ancient prayers guard the sun below,
And time itself bends to the longest night.
Hidden fire...
Oh throne of shadow, vast, austere,
Sacred flame shall pierce the frozen sphere.
Oh shortest day, oh sacred frost profound,
Where Karachun rides on the world's still breast,
The hidden fire shall break the frozen bound,
And gild the heavens with returning crest.
Oh shortest day...
Oh sacred frost...
Hidden fire...
Return...
Oh shortest day, oh sacred frost profound,
Where Karachun rides on the world's still breast,
The hidden fire shall break the frozen bound,
And gild the heavens with returning crest.
