Lyrics

Frost-laced walls, whispers thin,
Ghostly steps where time grows dim.
Empty cradles, broken hymns,
Laughter lost in winter’s grim.

Snow drifts through shattered panes,
Soft as sorrow, cold as chains.
They call my name in silent screams,
Trapped between forgotten dreams.

Here in my purgatory, lost in the freeze,
Children’s voices haunt the howling breeze.
Reaching hands that touch no light,
Fading footprints swallowed by white.

Candle flames flicker and drown in frost,
Hollow names of the long-forgot.
Fingers trace on frozen glass,
Only to vanish like breath that won’t last.

Snow drifts through shattered panes,
Soft as sorrow, cold as chains.
They call my name in silent screams,
Trapped between forgotten dreams.

Here in my purgatory, lost in the freeze,
Children’s voices haunt the howling breeze.
Reaching hands that touch no light,
Fading footprints swallowed by white.

Footsteps circle, never fade,
Buried deep in yesterday.
No escape, no hands to hold,
Only shadows growing cold.

Here in my purgatory, frozen in time,
A house of echoes where the lost still climb.
No one leaves, no dawn remains,
Just endless winter and silent names.

So I wait where the shadows play,
Drifting forever in yesterday.