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]