| «Volcanic ash clouds, incoming sunlight
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| Temperature drastically increases
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| Persistent snowing infects our sight
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| And our water supply freezes»
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| We’re encompassed by inclement outbreak
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| Of unyielding forces, a disastrous invasion
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| Escalating the exposure with every snowflake
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| Gradually changing the Arctic oscillation
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| Facing a year without a summer
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| Blizzards hit plains and portholes
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| Like a cold and striking hammer
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| Feeding the glacier in our souls
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| A spiky landscape with unbendable fibres
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| Through a transparent gleaming filter
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| Frostbitten fields forever
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| Where fire is the safest shelter
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| Facing a year without a summer
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| Blizzards hit plains and portholes
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| Like a cold and striking hammer
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| Feeding the glacier in our souls
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| Cold wave eruption
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| We seek the heat of the rupture
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| As air bites in the harbour of gale
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| Inhaling the wind of thionic torture
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| At the burning palace that nature exhale
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| A cold wave erupts
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| From afar, from beyond
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| From above, from below
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| It halts the world here and now
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| Into the future with a ruinous past |