In the Alps chilly, where mist flattens,
A glacier shrouded in gloom, far from light.
Mountain peaks touch the sky, A cross stands proud,
A picture full of mystery, shrouded in darkness, almost proud.
Ice whispers secrets in the misty night,
A work of art emerges, where the soul is belied.
Inspired by silence, a journey into the unknown,
An artistic creation, anchored in darkness.
In every detail lurks a dark story,
A work of art that whispers, in the silent darkness of the Alpine hall.
A glacier of mystery, A work of art full of night,
In the shadow of the Alps, a mysterious force.