Текст песни
A sea of glass, our anchors scream,
Two ships nailed to a frozen dream.
Lanterns bow to the windless black,
We feed the ice; the ice bites back.
White night, red breath—hear the hulls confess,
Footsteps on the snow where no hearts rest.
Close your eyes, count to three—blood in the aurora sea,
Something in the white wants me.
Rations thinning, whispers breed,
Sickness hums like a hidden reed.
Knives of frost in every lung,
Names are prayers on a broken tongue.
Drums in the distance under the floe,
A giant shadow that will not show.
White night, red breath—hear the hulls confess,
Footsteps on the snow where no hearts rest.
Close your eyes, count to three—blood in the aurora sea,
Something in the white wants me.
Sledge tracks looping back to the start,
Compass weeps like a rusted heart.
Masks of ice on every face,
Faith unthreads in a sleepless place.
Call the fire by a dying name—
It comes, it comes, through teeth and flame.
White night, red breath—hear the hulls confess,
Footsteps on the snow where no hearts rest.
Close your eyes, count to three—bless the ones we couldn’t free,
Something in the white wants me.
White night, red breath—sing a last address,
Under the aurora’s blade we bleed.
No south, no spring, no open sea—
Only the white, and it wants me.
