Don the crown that halts life; Even death itself favors lowered eyes; Walk through the palace of farewells; Connect to the world of the departed; Amid the icy depths and funeral hymns; Days and nights; Bow over this snow-covered land; Become the only song here; All sighs flow from her fingertips; All words of comfort are stopped by her hands; All cries of grief are swallowed by her palms.