The Cult

White
Shining
Shining brightly
Pure crystal snow
White
Oh virgin
Shining brightly
Snow is crystal the fire is cold
I sit back watch the sun turn gold
In the morning love is healing
Warm the frost deep in my bones
The hunter sits on a pure white stallion
A hawk in flight bow in his hand
A deer approaches at the end of the forest
The arrow flies blood on the snow
Snow is crystal
Love is pure
I look out see a hawk in flight
The forest awaits me
I reel back watch the sun turn to gold
Earth in the mother
Said white
Sure crystal clear virgin white
Wilderness lost to us
Wilderness we reach out
Wilderness we must embrace you once more