Текст песни Snowfields - Fyrce Muons

Tucked our camp just at the mountain's edge
Around the bend of a frozen stream on a protected flat
Would be cold blitzkrieg of gigantic sheets of snowflakes
Then wind came and more and more until fading before dawn
Morning air so thick with cold the wind had frozen
Scalloped hills fell away from our knife like den
Desolate fields of stubble agriculture now lay ready for heaven
Dressed in their sparkling white shrouds

I take another pie slice
It's neither loose nor tight
The certain life you see
Was never meant to be a taste
The avoid dance is a waste of a day
The turn of a scene

I hear no voice call
Been bundled up all night
It was the last cull
Before the blanket covers me

Shadows into the sun
Shine is to be
Cold indeed you see
Somber grace be mine

Born in need you will be
So sharply your feast will cease
Advantage the mind will bend
But something now tells me that destiny lives in the end
Waiting to take me home