There exists a place Forgotten by time Its echo inexorably grows In the presence of the silent giants A clandestine entanglement Of two worlds Disparate Yet equal There exists a place That is covered in snow Eternally yet finite Impossible for the eyes to see Numbing all senses The periphery inclines To prevail Over thoughts and words Where the clouds reach the ground There is nothing but silence Where the vastness is profound Night and day bear eternity Where the mind reaches the heart The soul is left in memories Quiet and shallow lies the mound Where the clouds reach the ground No one passes the edges No one treads Across the threshold Of this silent place Foreseeing the end On eternal ground Entangled in a state Familiar yet unknown The snow-covered land That harbours the mound It leaves no choice Than to walk this path alone No one passes the threshold Of this silent place There is no more choice Than to walk this path alone