Lyric

There’s a cabin on the frozen hill

Where silence speaks, and time stands still

He walks alone through sleet and pine

Tracing ghosts between the lines

His name is lost, but not his flame

A soldier once, now not the same

With blues beneath his heavy coat

And stories carved into his throat

Major Minus, fading light

Hidden in the northern night

He hums a song the wind once knew

Of battles fought, of skies turned blue

He counts the stars from dusk till dawn

Each one a scar, a life long gone

Yet in his eyes, a stubborn fire

A quiet rage, a deep desire

No medals left, no glory road

Just memories too sharp to hold

Major of the outcast choir

Whispering through the ice and fire

Major Minus, lone refrain

Living in the snow and strain

The world forgot, but he recalls

The sound of freedom as it falls