Lyrics

As night time falls, and the moon shines down,

On the "New fallen snow", as it covers the ground,

When the wind blows cold, comes the strangest sound,

Best not go on; better just turn 'round.

Now some won't believe the things heard said,

And those who'd confirm it, are mostly all dead,

There's always good reason when legends are born,

But if test it you will, consider you warned.

Ask the Indian people, the ones who are old,

They'll tell you the stories their Grandfathers told.

Of all kinds of creatures, who live in this land,

And many more things that we don't understand,

Some are familiar we know them quite well,

The Bear and the fox, the deer and the quail.

Some say there are others, who stay far away,

Unless some unfortunate happens to stray....

Far off the path where mans always been,

These are the souls you will not see again.

Is it of flesh? a spirit or ghost?

The answers unknown, so we fear it the most.

All I can tell you, all that I know, is blood freezes quickly on "New fallen snow"