© 2026 Irrelin. All rights reserved https://suno.com/@irrelin In this invocation we awaken the winter gods once more – not to praise the mortal games of 2026, but to recall whose domain they truly enter. Khione, daughter of Boreas, is snow itself: her name means “snow.” She drapes her white veil over peaks and arenas, silencing names and fleeting flames. Boreas, the north wind, breathes the cold that shapes winter – “spirat” means “he breathes” or “he blows,” an eternal frost carried across Olympus. The Latin phrases echo as ancient calls: *Khione veni… Khione veni…* Come, Khione – come and cover us in frost. *O dea glaciei…* O goddess of ice – light in frozen silence. *Boreas spirat… Boreas spirat…* Boreas breathes – the north wind awakens. *In nivibus aeternis… in nivibus aeternis…* In eternal snows – our law endures. Olympus listens, stone asleep beneath the frost, while mortals race below like echoes of older rites. The cello weeps as a solitary divine voice, chants drift as distant mountain echoes, and faint calls of ancient contests fade into the wind before dissolving back into silence. This is no anthem. It is a quiet reminder: the games belong to them, but the winter has always been ours. - Irrelin
