Tekst
Pilgrims lost in the cold north-east,
Winter's upon us, soon the grass will freeze
Rabid wolves pounding hooves pure white snow
The kingdom of heaven calls time to go
Sometimes I feel
Lost in the wilderness
Praying for bliss
Waiting on the afterlife
Visions creep in through the cold
The sun shines down its light in a green meadow
Pilgrims lost in the pure white snow,
the kingdom of heaven calls time to go
Sometimes I feel
Lost in the wilderness
Praying for bliss
Waiting on the afterlife
