the gathering - on most surfaces (inuit) lyrics

the frost hits me in the eye
and wakes me
these are blury winters
and i cannot see

i walk into the white light of the snow
when the sun comes
i break it with my shadow
which tales me where i go

the frost hits me in the eye
and wakes me

i am the snow falling down on you
i tear up your face with my frost
and make you run to somewhere warm
when i come i see you get away
i burst out about your emptyness

the frost hits me in the eye
and wakes me
these are blury winters
and i cannot see