The fresh snow has fallen And winter its not far behind We must soon escape it Else we will not survive
Our crops are withered and dead The cold has frozen our wells Our children sick and dying
Why have the gods sent us this hell Why have the gods sent this hell Why have the gods sent this hell
Mountains and valleys buried by the snow Mass graves dug for the king and beggar alike Each breath taken is a fight to survive
Gracefully it falls To the ground its resigns Out to the wind I call To the cold and ice To the ground and cold I resignTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
