Winterpeg Folk Fest

Cold breath from the furthest east

Reaching out from the mouth of the beast

Rust, grit, sand and ice

Raised punks learned on bitter vice

You don't like us, we don't care

Ironclad thousand-mile stare

On the brink where the world is flat

We drink mud till our eyes roll back

In ourselves

In us we trust

In ourselves

Harsh tokes can shock the best

Lean times put dead dogs to rest

Rust, grit, sun and blood

Pushed forward where we could

You don't get it, we don't care

Most didn't even know we were there

Isolated till the weakest crack

We drink mud till our eyes roll back

In ourselves

In us we trust

In ourselves

Roll the thunder, wind and hail

Most abandon, we live on

Frozen tundra, the weak will fail

No surrender, we live on

Tears turn to ice as the frost chokes our throats

Sun bleach our bones, suck the blood from our ghosts

Winterpeg

Roll the thunder, wind and hail

Most abandon, we live on

Frozen tundra, the weak will fail

No surrender, we live on