Texty:
Canto Bel White Out Conditions

of my fire I see footsteps in snow In white-out conditions My eyes have no view In the light of my fire I see grey sticks in snow In white-out conditions

Winter: a season of death You hear a distant sound Screaming, whining Along with the cracking of the ice You can hear someone shouting out your name

When we're discovering lies Our pride will be in vain Now, recirculate your thoughts Make them new again Well, do you know where to start And do you

(Instrumental)

light of my fire I see footsteps in snow In white-out conditions My eyes have no view In the light of my fire I see grey sticks in snow In white-out conditions

You showed me heaven and hell You said you loved me Then you said you could do well Without me O' I've got that, I've got that pain Something inside