Snow Soul

As I walk through the masses of snow at this frostbitten winter night
Sighing forest at the moon flow sends me a taste of natures might
Ahead mourns the eye of the snowstorm
Divine appearance of the winter wind
Snow, piles upon my soul, like Grace from above, Messenger of hope.

My heart beats in sync with the nature
I wait for the coldest winter
I am the Snow Soul...

I head my walk to the storm's eye more than complete to praise His name
Natures mourning set my pulse to rise as I follow steps of His angel's way
Ahead Kingdom of God in it's grandeur
Awaiting my soul to enter its halls
Snow, piles upon my soul, like Grace from above, Messenger of hope.

My heart beats in sync with the nature
I wait for the coldest winter
I am the Snow Soul...

Let it Snow... Upon my soul
I see my troubles come and go
Your given hope.. Grace from above
My belief keeps strengthening.