On Most Surfaces (исполнитель: The Gathering)
The frost hits me in the eye and wakes me these are blury winters and I cannot see I walk into the white light of the snow when the [bad word] 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 [bad word] to somewhere warm When [bad word] I see you get away I burst out about your emptyness The frost hits me in the eye and wakes me these are blury winters and I cannot see