In unrelenting swirls and roars the snow surrounds the naked night
And crawls its way between the trees and dares the laden boughs to break.
With venomous and passionate hate the powdered death intrudes on me,
Reviles the thoughts I fain would speak and prods the air to swallow me.
The hill I climb groans underfoot and crunches off behind my tread,
The echoes of my steps sing forth the sacred hymnal of the dead.