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Feverish, mystifying, you are raving on the ice that freezes your soul trembling and starting to stutter you point your finger to the north “ I was hunting in the night When it started to snow And the wind changed its whisper in a howl Icy needles in my eyes, My blood flow slowed down, I was wandering all alone Through a winter storm “ You are prey to the storm You are losing your force and You must fight on your own to survive To the growing rage of the winter storm delirious, almost dreamlike, you continue the story of your fight with frost smiling and starting to cry you thank the spirit of the wolf “ I was dying in the night All covered by snow when the wind carried me a digging sound a shadow in front of my eyes, A warm breath on my face, Something or someone led me out Of the winter storm ” From Letras Mania