As I wals through the masses of snow at this frostbitten winter night Sighing forest at the moon flow sends me a taste of natures might Ahead mourns the eye of the snowstorm Divine apperance of the winter wind Snow, piles upon my soul, like Grace from above, Messenger of Hope
(chorus) My heart beats in sync with the nature I wait for the coldest winter I am the Snow Soul...
I head my walk to the storms eye, more than complete to praise His name Natures mourning sets my pulse to rise as I follow the steps of His angels way Ahead Kingdom of God in it's grandeur Awaiting my soul to enter it's halls Snow, piles upon my soul, like Grace from above, Messenger of Hope...
(chorus) Let it snow... Upon my soul... I see my troubles come and go... Your given Hope... Grace from above... My belief keeps strengthening...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
