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The way it looked at me, it is not afraid

moose in a human body, the heart is decayed

behind the evil eye, behind the truth and lies

how grey is the sky, the snow is falling down

And it rises from the ground, how red is the clouds

destroyer of the mountains, cold as ice fountains

pamola,

pamola

pamola,

pamola

creator of winter, creator of the blizzards

look up to the sky and die

The stare of the evil eye, a live as human but the power of the great spirits

pamola,

pamola