The Cold has a voice Video (MV)

Beneath the crescent moon's chilling embrace,
Silence sprawls it's icy lace.
Whispers float in cold dismay,
Words frosted over, where shadows lay.
Echoes of the frozen hearts,
Tread softly where the emptiness starts.

Whispers in the frost, calling out to the lost,
Each breath a ghost, in the winter's cost.
Gaze through the ice, where hopes are encased,
In the crystal visions, time erased.

Through the mist figures of the past,
Dance in the whispers in the frosts they cast.
Haunting memories, in silver painted,
Lost desires, and wishes tainted.

The cold has a voice a somber old tune,
It sings of the nights under the frosty moon.

Can you hear the ice as it weeps,
Frozen tears that the earth keeps?
In the depths of this frosty grave,
Lie the secrets that we crave.

Snowflakes fall, each a memory's echo,
Softly they lay, on the land's hallow.
The chill wraps its fingers, tight and stark,
In the endless night, beneath the stars' arc.

The frost builds its kingdom, where sorrow is queen,
Painting its bounty, in hues unseen.

So let the cold in, let it unfurl,
In the whispers of frost, a hidden world.
With each icy touch, rediscover,
The haunting beauty, the frost does cover.