Teksty: Judas Priest. Genocide. Winter.

Got no silver in my pockets
Got no pillow for my head
And the winter, it gets stronger
Got to ease my aching head

In the morning when I wake up
Got this feeling deep inside
And I wonder if I'll die young
Or I'll go out of my mind

I still get this awful feeling
When the snow falls to the ground
It still sends my senses reeling
Knowing winter's come to town