Cold as Ice

Frozen Souls: A Poetic Journey to Paradise
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Lyrics

The sled is broken, I can no longer with

The sled is broken, and I can no longer continue with it.

Burning pain at every step

Experiencing a burning pain with every step.

The meat is frozen, the firewood is long out

The meat is frozen, and the firewood has run out, suggesting harsh conditions.

I am now writing my last words to you at home

Writing final words at home, possibly indicating a sense of impending doom or farewell.


Our minds are cold as ice

Our minds are emotionally distant, comparable to the coldness of ice.

Covered the light in a trice

The light is covered suddenly, possibly symbolizing a loss of hope or warmth.

Our souls are cold as ice

Our souls are emotionally distant, akin to the coldness of ice.

When will we return, when will we return to paradise?

Expressing a desire to return to paradise, a place of emotional warmth and happiness.


The tears of the eyes freeze at once

Tears freeze instantly, conveying a profound sense of emotional coldness and despair.

I wish myself, to you

An expression of self-wish, possibly indicating a longing for a connection or reunion.

Could you hold me now in your arm?

Asking if the listener can provide comfort and warmth through physical closeness.

Only your love would keep me warm

Stating that only the listener's love can provide the warmth needed.


Our minds are cold as ice

Reiteration of emotional distance in the minds, resembling the coldness of ice.

Covered the light in a trice

Repetition of the sudden covering of light, emphasizing the loss of hope or warmth.

Our souls are cold as ice

Reiteration that souls are emotionally distant, akin to the coldness of ice.

When will we return, when will we return to paradise?

Repeating the desire to return to paradise, a place of emotional warmth and happiness.

When will we return to paradise?

Rhetorical question emphasizing the uncertainty of when the return to paradise will happen.

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