High on the mountain the wind starts to moan The fire is silent, the night is dark. A man with a hammer, a chisel, a vow, Carving his goddess from ice here and now. He dreams of her beauty, he dreams of her eyes, The mother of freedom, the queen of the skies. Older than heaven, before any throne, The first of all lovers, the flesh and the soul. And the people all whisper, they curse him in fear, They say, “She is evil, don’t bring her here!” Icecarver! Born of desire, Chasing a goddess in crystalline fire! Icecarver! Bound to the flame, Kisses of Lilith will bury him! Her lips start to tremble, her breath starts to rise, The frost becomes water, there’s heat in her eyes. He touches her shoulders, she arches with breath, The goddess of hunger, the bride out of death. The snow turns to rivers, the stone turns to rain, His body is burning, his soul wracked with pain. Yet deeper he falls as the goddess consumes, The sound of her laughter is sealing his tomb. Miracle of the flesh in the cold of the storm, Her fire surrounds him, both tender and warm. Icecarver! Lover of fire, Melt in her body, erased by her love! Icecarver! Bound to the night, He dies in her arms with a smile of delight! Sweat on the ice… flesh into stream Nothing is real… it’s only a dream. Her thighs are the winter, her kiss is the fire, He dies as he’s born in the arms of desire. Icecarver! Slave to the dream! Building a goddess where none should be seen! Icecarver! Flesh into ice! The smile of a madman, forever alone! At dawn they will find him, so naked, so still, A smile on his lips and a heart that won’t thrill. The goddess has vanished, no whisper, no breath The Icecarver loved her… to melt into death. full Album: https://suno.com/playlist/aaed1ed2-f877-4a0e-a74c-5c16708f0e6b
