Flight of the Skajaquada

When clouds of iron gather nigh
Blackenin' the winter sky
Storms gather fury from the lake
Best hurry home and refuge take
For soon the worst will come to pass
And ice will turn your routes to glass
While in the north the beast awakens
From his year long slumber taken
His howl the fury of the gales
With deadly curves that rarely fail
To send your autos into flights
Through blizzard's curtain blindin' white
See drivin' skills you lack with the
Flight of the skajaquada