Frozen Flame

Far, far away on the crystal icy shelf
Lies a man who's lost his spirit
Who's lost his sense of self.

I want to melt his icy prison
I want to make his self to sing.

Tell me, o my man-genius
Why is your spirit frozen through?
Where's your hope, your faith, your passion?
Are they frozen deep in you?

What sufferings have vanquished, those hopes that were so great?
Where've the great years gone? The glories, of your song?

I want to make you sing; hold out your frozen hand
I want to go with you to another, newer land.

I conjure thee - wake up!
Renew your burning flame
Fly above us - so high
Live forever in the sky!

The being:
What power art thou who calls on me, to break the bonds of snow and ice?
See'st thou not i've slept so long in this bitter, bitter cold?
I ask you then to leave; i cannot move or draw my breath
Let me be, and let me freeze; let me freeze again 'till death.