The Gathering - On Most Surfaces (inuit) Lyrics

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 The Gathering Lyrics On Most Surfaces (inuit) Lyrics