Beneath the ice surface is a world unexplored
The mammoth and her friends all immobilized
Warmth of the sun promises a coming rebirth
An embrace of tales unspoken for a time now
Shall the dry bones live again or so I ask
The mortal man is speechless, shall they?
He searches in his heart of hearts for a yeah!
To speak he must so life will be restored to these
From many words he selects a few to utter
What shall be of the ice surface he's accustomed?
His icy kingdoms must go down for a new world to be
An embrace of tales unspoken for a time now
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