Ideas

Both of my hands are grasping cold ice
I cant feel no more the warmth of the Sun
I can only see the magic dance of the polar lights,
Enjoying them for the very last time.
Im crouching down in the snow,
I feel: just another world can be the way out,
I fly up from the Earth now,
And Im setting out on the wings of the dusk...
[ The Ice-Pit Lyrics ]