Fresh Fallen
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 resign