Sixteen young friends tying up loose ends, drawing a line in the snow
Badges of red decorate them, one left standing on his own
Ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba
Ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba
Running so fast, no way to outlast, the flying missiles made of snow
15 to 1, nowhere to run, (?)
Ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba
Ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba
Covered in snow, nowhere to go, a battle he lost 25 to 1
Frozen in place, a shrine of this place, (?)
Ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba
Ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba