Baltic Ice: Breaker - Bel Canto

Winter: a season of death

You hear a distant sound

Screaming, whining

Along with the cracking of the ice

You can hear someone shouting out your name

The scratching, the screaming, the whining

You’re frozen to death

Or is it just the sounds of ice

Under your keel

And you know, you know you’re trapped

Now you’re trapped

Corpses are floating up in your wake

Floating up

A voice disappears with the wind

Blows away

Along with the cracking of the ice

The track will be frozen over in a while

The scratching, the screaming, the whining

You’re frozen to death

And soon there will be

Only the ice and the snow

Only the ice and the snow