[khg] eat what you kill

[empallin]

climbing these frosted hills
i want to scream how i love the cold
the sterile purity of it all
never getting tiring or old
feeling the chill control the fires heat
left unattended could destroy everything
the clean air diluting the smoke
while the birds still try to sing
stand here with every little noise
the smells of a world set right
feeling every breath and breeze
knowing i can make it another night