Cutting Ice to Snow

How they grow. Will they spawn then, Silence, from the part Promises Music saved us, Tonight it did. (Whoop!) You'll feed the grown, for crying out the purpose. And leave the dust to talk Your're going to fall, Despiste my city war plans. Standing on the paths, Respect my city weapons. Your're going to fall, Despiste my cleaning up. You could Just sleep I'll find out again, when i find again.