Letra On Most Surfaces (inuit) - The Gathering
The frost hits me in the eye
and wakes me
these are blurry 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 tells 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 blurry winters
and i cannot see