That winter the snow was drifting high
It was freezing in may
Our faith for tomorrow is in trial
After
The punishment of god comes true
We haven't been inert
Nor have we forgotten the prosperous days
This famine year failed to discourage us
But as outcast to god
There's no hope nothing
For
Off scourings of god
There's nothing
That winter the snow was drifting high
It was freezing in may
Summery grain was finally graceful
'Til the frost took it away
The village is almost desolate
The weakest ones starved to death
Feeble minded left by themselves
The birth of the offsprings
Has
Ceased
We are the ones still standing
Our dwellings will never be deserted
Still working through the days like
These would be the last days of our lives
Despite this silence
Our home is still here
Like a solid swarm
Surrounded by the fields
This famine year failed to discourage us
But as outcast to god
There's no hope nothing
For
Off scourings of god
There's nothing