Path Of The Weakening-Deeds of Flesh

Struggling up the hill Stuck and trapped Searching for a new life Crossing unknown land During winter Unable to move Until the spring We'll die by then The snow must melt Trepidation starts When the food runs out The forlorn hope was formed Elderly people sacrificed thenselves To find help or become food For the starving Fot the young They drew sticks to see who would Get eaten first And who would Challenge the cold To find help A courageous art As the others Are they cried The ultimate sacrifice Has now begun Staring death in the face The paradise so longed for Has imprisoned the illfated journey In a frozen tomb We'll die by then The snow must melt Trepidation starts When the food runs out Elderly people sacrificed thenselves To find help or become food For the starving Fot the young We'll die by then The snow must melt Trepidation starts When the food runs out