I cant recall That the summer came this year before the fall Leafs didnt grow on trees, grass wasnt green No lifesigns to be found Its like a soundscape of silence The final harvest has become with bare hands we sowed the fields of ice Lats crop that died on the ground Into the frozen soil Where I bury myself to be reborn I cant recall That the summer came this year before the fall To The land of thousand frozen lakes Where the endless winter without sun will bury us Like a snowfall