On Most Surfaces (inuit) Lyrics - 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 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 emptiness