Bells ring low in the frozen deep, Calling those who dared to sleep. Snowfall buries every sound, Silence swallows holy ground. Lanterns fade in a ghostly glow, Steps erased by falling snow. Still I hear a distant tone— Bells beneath the ice and stone. Buried bells in deep snow cry, Echo soft, then slowly die. Ringing out through winter’s breath, Telling tales of frost and death. Buried bells in deep snow call, From beneath the icy wall. Hear the whispers down below— Secrets in the silent snow. Frozen air with a solemn ring, Carols break like a shattered string. Every chime a fractured plea, Lost in white eternity. Footprints vanish, one by one, Stolen by the winter sun. Still the bells refuse to go, Bound inside the heavy snow. Digging through the silent veil, Feel the heartbeat, faint and pale. Every echo pulls me slow— Down into the endless snow. Buried bells in deep snow cry, Echo soft, then slowly die. Ringing out through winter’s breath, Telling tales of frost and death. Buried bells in deep snow call, From beneath the icy wall. Hear the whispers down below— Secrets in the silent snow.
