(Soft whispers over a slow, icy drone)
(“Hail, spirits of frost…
Hail, children of the hollow…
Come forth where the pines do weep…”)
[Soft, breathy voice like chanting over a campfire]
Verse 1:
The frost bites deep where the old pines weep,
Roots twist like veins in the frozen sleep.
I call the stones, the rivers, the night,
Their voices rise with the pale moonlight.
Chorus (chant-like, hypnotic):
Ash and shadow, blood and bone,
I walk the path where the wild winds moan.
Hear me, spirits of frost and flame,
Speak the secrets of forgotten names.
[Soft, breathy voice like chanting over a campfire]
Verse 2:
A raven circles, a silent bell tolls,
The dead stir in the hollowed knolls.
I braid the smoke, I drink the mist,
I summon the things the world has kissed.
Bridge:
Cracks in the ice, the mirror of time,
I step through veils, I chant the rhyme.
Whispers gather like wolves in the night,
I am the storm, I am the bite.
Chorus (repeated, layered with echoing whispers):
Ash and shadow, blood and bone,
I walk the path where the wild winds moan.
Hear me, spirits of frost and flame,
Speak the secrets of forgotten names.
Outro (fading, chilling):
The hearth burns low, the night swallows me,
I am the frost, the hollow, the sea.
No one remembers, yet all feel the cold,
I am the story that’s never told.