Soldier’s Winter Songtext
von Old Man Wizard

Inching north in caravans plagued by cries of pain
Can′t see very far ahead through icy sheets of rain

Blood and guts from cold deep cuts, splashed across the snow
Too cold and too tired to desert this undertow
Hollow, false hope

Forced march through this frozen hell, plagued by profound sadness
Each step brings us closer still to certain death or madness
Hollow, false hope


Fading slowly
March on splinters
Worse than dying
Soldier's winter
We′re all alone

Fading slowly
March on splinters
Worse than dying
Soldier's winter
We're all alone
Alone