A resonance whistling above Startling and daunting the hail Whispers of hail replicating to earth A glacial imperil overlaying the lands Loading and freezing the air Tremors of skies Smothering the soul of these lands Raping the celestial ways We fear all this covering What the cloud's hiding Hiding ourselves in our dusty lairs Spiles made of ice obscuring the sun, overwhelming the skies Attempt from the damned, to congeal all beings Spiles made of ice obstructing the stars, penetrating the winds Attempt from the damned, to puncture and subvert And no one would dare to face These civilizations fossilized By climatic hands Persistence will prevail I am not the one to fear The wrath of the fallen gods I will never let go And disappear in cold and coal A never-ending storm Is not enough to break down our minds We will rise for hope We are the progeny Of hope and persistence We are the descendants Of strength and intenseness