The sound of iron shocks is stuck in my head,
The thunder of the drums dictates
The rhythm of the falls, the number of deads
The rising of the horns, ahead
From the dawn of time to the end of days
I will have to run away
I want to feel the pain and the bitter taste
Of the blood on my lips again
This deadly burst of snow is burning my hands,
I'm frozen to the bones, I am
A million mile from home and I'm walking away