In the coldest year
Winter chilled alone
Melted figures in the snow
I want you to be home
Frotsty mountains on the edge of our blankete unfurled
Build a fire for our kin
Our indigo world
All is crystal clear
Nights are dark and cold
Seven ashes all exposed
They ave their feathery bones
See the children in the yeard
They watch the birds in the sky
They could give you everything 
Encased in flickering light
On our shoulders shall you carry on
On our shoulders shall you carry on
Shall you carry on
On our shoulders shall you carry on
On our shoulders shall you carry on
Shall you carry on
On our shoulders shall you carry on
On our shoulders shall you carry on
Shall you carry on