Old Man Wizard - Soldier's Winter Lyrics

Inching north in caravans plagued by cries of pain
Can't see very far ahead through icy sheets of rain
Blood and guts from cold deep cuts, splashed across the snow
Too cold and too tired to desert this undertow
Hollow, false hope
Forced march through this frozen hell, plagued by profound sadness
Each step brings us closer still to certain death or madness
Hollow, false hope
Fading slowly
March on splinters
Worse than dying
Soldier's winter
We're all alone
Fading slowly
March on splinters
Worse than dying
Soldier's winter
We're all alone
Alone