Ravens signal the worst Twisted neck on the fallen horse With eyes picked out and guts all strewn about Frosted white and red beaded mane Steadily the hunter plans his next move Final fire, low supplies Moose broth boils as calloused hands weave snowshoes Webs of willow and hide Evening is falling again The marbled sky, now blizzardous, looms Must navigate fifty miles Plod when woken by dawn Through the silver flake, glistening tundra to where the undergrowth dare not to grow Trudge you sullen victim of circumstance across the snow My freezing winds blast ghastly and brash And moan unlivable Step and sink, climb out, next foot again Trade two hours for a mile Past the trees into the barrens Rolling hills, the white plateau Beating wind, burying, demoralize Seven days, halfway home, impossible Rest you beaten down damned unfortunate in these porcelain plains Feel my strangling icy hands that seize for millennia When the black night sky is lit and comes alive i trust you will die I trust you will die alone The stars and northern lights are laughing at me! No you pale-faced winter lord, you wont bury me dead Your snow halts my pace, your wind burns my face, starvation loosens my fist But you great invincible with contemptuous grin As slow blood lurks within these stubborn veins you'll have no dead Legs revive from your numb, crippled fold-stand! Stagger determined! Back track to river camp There dry twigs score the floor Tinder under the trees So a fire can thaw and calm me Deliverance, the roar You've purple stumps for hands, defeated feet are tired My hands and feet are able, you've only miles-trudge!