Exaltation: I - IV
<u>EXALTATION I (approx 2:34)</u> In the quiet of the winters morn, Where frost adorns the trees of old, With every flake, evidence of God's creation, In winter's grasp, my soul finds peace. Behold the majesty of winter's cloak, Woven by the hands of the Almighty, In every flake, a triumph of creation, In winter's grasp, my soul finds strength. In the cold embrace, a fire ignites, A spark of courage and hope within. In the cold embrace, a fire ignites, A spark of courage and hope from Him. <u>EXALTATION II (approx 5:16)</u> By the fire's glow, Amidst the chill, Where sparks ascend, To meet the heavens. In the crackle and hiss, a calming song, In the flickering light, a triumphant embrace, A warmth that conquers the winters cold. Around the fire, darkness flees, A quiet communion of my soul, The reflection of light, against ancient trees, That reach towards Heaven. My heart and mind are still, You are here, I join the trees in worship, Of the Creator. Around the fire, darkness flees, A quiet communion of my soul, The reflection of light, against ancient trees, That reach towards Heaven. In the flickering light, A divine embrace, A warmth that conquers the winter's cold. <u>EXALTATION III (approx 3:59)</u> Snowflakes fall like silent prayers, Each one a proclamation from above, In the soft descent, a psalm of worship, A chorus of victory in winter's grace. Winter's whisper, God's calming touch, beyond compare. In the softness of snow, His voice speaks to me, In the stillness of night, it is Him I seek. In the whisper of the falling snow, A language of love and triumph, In the stillness of the frozen night, My soul finds strength and healing. In the quiet of the winter dawn, Where sunlight breaks through icy clouds, In the silence, an affirming warmth, A saving love and hope, That is forevermore. <u>EXALTATION IV (approx 4:38)</u> Etchings of frost upon the earth, A masterpiece painted by His hand, Each delicate detail, God’s declaration, Of triumph amidst the winter's chill. In the canvas of the winter sky, Where stars shine as beacons of victory, The strength of the wind, his declaration, Of the triumph of light over darkness. Beneath the blanket of snow, Life is dormant, not defeated, A promise of renewal, With the warming sun.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026