Naked in midwinter magic
Lies an angel in the snow
-The frozen ficure crossed by tracks of wolves
An encounter, symbolic, yet [bad word] 
With a hungry choir of woods
An agreement immemorial to be born

Dulcet elvenharps from a dryad forest
 [bad word] all charming tunes
of a sacrament by a campfire
promise between the tameless
and the one with a tool
Tonight the journey from cave begins

I want to hunt with the tameless
I want to learn the wisdom of mountains afar
we will honor the angel in the snow
We will make the streams for our children flow

Wrapped in furs beneath the nothern lights
From my cave I watch the land untamed
And wonder is some [bad word] season
will make the angel melt in shame

(Repeat [bad word]