Smoke on the snow Ash in my hair Ravens remember The oats that I wear Bare feet on iron Frost in my veins I call the forgotten I answer their names Echoes from hell I'm calling my blood Old ones awake And rise from the mud Echoes from hell I'm under the stone Voices like thunder I am their throne Skulls on the hillside Teeth in the moss I drink from the silence I bargain with loss Breath leaves my body Falls through the deep I walk with the fallen Who never can sleep Echoes from hell I'm calling my blood Old ones awake And rise from the mud Echoes from hell I'm under the stone Voices like thunder I am their throne If I am taken Let it be slow Let every shadow Learn my name in the snow Echoes from hell I am carved in my bone Stone in my rib Caged stone upon stone Echoes from hell I am deep as the drum When they are speaking I overcome Echoes from hell