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sgl - buried in the cold lyrics

verse 1

a group of wandering people found a piece of saving land
a small abandoned city buried under the searing sand snow
pall around the misty mystery of how it might have happened
that the storm has fallen down and made the blizzard our friend
despite the frostbite we will mend
production issues, build the tents
improve the dishes, thermal states
the storm is vicious + term of state
the foreman’s speeches about fate
of all the species that we ate
now nature teaches us that plate
is a good cause to celebrate
a nomad’s trait + selfishness’ fade
drowned in a strait next to your mate
all people are standing in order, straight
waiting for the captain to instill faith in them
steel beats in unison with our hearts, and with the storm it’s like an anthem
what can we do if we don’t sing when the bitter cold holds us for ransom
the surgeon’s knife seems like an athame, maybe suffering’s our fatum
or how to explain the fact that we’ve one season in an annum
we’ll have to struggle for survival where we have arrived
but ‘fore that we’ll snuggle up to each of our friends at night
our journey is strung out for a long time but we will strive
and win the fight so that our children can continue to thrive
chorus

another sunrise… but we’re sittin’ close to the fire
waitin’ till our sire’s gonna make real our desires
warmth is what we all aspire to, our captain inspires us
but what are we to do if our entire life tires us?
the glow of the candle goes out
the howl of the blizzard fades away
it’s known that there are no those who are outside
that’s why staying here is our way
our city is filled up with sounds of mining and moulding
the signs that our city won’t be buried in the cold

verse 2

it’s gettin’ cold and it unfolds that all the coal has gone away
the captain told us our roles, that our toil is our praise
and in those moments you begin to think about the benefits
from your past life, but now you’re in the world where clothes barely fit
the bodies of your buddies, where, alas, we very rarely feed
our kids + a slightly gnawed bone ain’t the thing to get rid of
’cause the cid has not been cancelled
and this sawdust ain’t so dangerous if it’s a little bit of it
crunching snow underfoot’s wonderful and so rude
if you prowl, you will loot!
running afoul of the soot
stomach growls? take your soup!
how many choices are there in the loop!
the whoops of the group that heeds to their superintendent
and all the laws from night to dawn are super intended
it may seem that it’s the darkest of the days
when the generator was turned off, the frost covered our faces in the rime
and in this cold and glacial haze
i would say that every working day in the frozen valley’s not wasted time…
chorus

- sgl lyrics

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