الكلمات الأصلية
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The lake is almost frozen
The clouds begin to close in
But I'm not scared of the cold
Put out the fire at first light
We'll walk the woods till midnights
'Cause I'm not scared of the dark
Can't you see the freedom in the trees?
You can see your own breath, it's not death, it's release
The ground is almost frozen
Their warriors been chosen
And I'm not scared of the cold
My army is the silence
The refusal of violence
And I'm not scared of the dark
Can't you see the freedom in the trees?
You can see your own breath, it's not death, it's release
Can't you see the freedom in the trees?
You can see your own breath, it's not death, it's release
