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Far, far away on the crystal icy shelf
Lies a man who's lost his spirit
Who's lost his sense of self
I want to melt his icy prison
I want to make his self to sing
Tell me, o my man-genius
Why is your spirit frozen through?
Where's your hope, your faith, your passion?
Are they frozen deep in you?
What sufferings have vanquished, those hopes that were so great?
Where've the great years gone?
The glories, of your song?
Hold out your frozen hand
I want to go with you to another, newer land
Tell me, o my man-genius
Why is your spirit frozen through?
Where's your hope, your faith, your passion?
Are they frozen deep in you?
I conjure thee- wake up
Renew your burning flame
Fly above us so high
Live forever in the sky
The being
What power art thou who calls on me, to break the bonds of snow and ice?
See'st thou not I've slept so long in this bitter cold?
I ask then to leave, I cannot move or draw my breath
Let me be, and let me freeze
Let me be, and let me freeze again
I ask then to leave, I cannot move or draw my breath
Let me be, and let me
Let me be, and let me freeze again 'till death!