Under Snow.

The tide comes in and turns to snow
And the land retreats another mile
Snowbound, you trudge while the dirt falls low
White powder burying you, all the while you go
White powder burying you, down under the snow

The mountain shifts and leaves a hole in the ground
Advancing, the snow comes to fill in the hole
Head down, we march, not making a sound
Fast flurries against us, this blizzard confounds
Fast flurries against us, hammering the ground

The fire on the coast makes a move for the sheets
Fighting back the snow's march where the land cannot
Fight on, clear the passage, so the land can retreat
Great ice walls before us, a hard stinging sleet
Great ice walls before us, come down on us in sheets