Siberia so far, so cold, but not forgotten
Angles of fire have moved in
Their swords are thawing the ice
Much work to be done for time is growing thin

Look to Siberia
A sleeping land about to be awoken
Many tasks to be given out
A place known to prisoners and exiles
No longer God’s government shouts

Look to Siberia
The King is about to ride in
Run and open up the gates
Work the land for the harvest will be great
Cold hearts will melt and ice sculptors will shatter
Watch for what plagued you is about to scatter

Look to the mountains His glory is spreading
It’s the hearts, not the clothing you must be shredding

All this time – His eyes were on you
Your majestic scale is in His hand
Look up!
A comet is falling to ignite your land