Wintersmith

The days have grown darker

And clouds are hanging low.

The hills once spread lush and green

Snow's falling where the roads have been.

So little her confidence

But still she walks strong.

I'm born from the season's dance

To men I belong.

Winter's alive, one splintered soul

No heartbeat inside.

Breathing the cold, uncertain stride

Trying to feel, to be next to her.

The cold is coming closer

And the harmony is lost,

This burden that lies on my soul

And in my hand my people's hope.

My maiden's uneasiness, her anxiety,

To put all those fears to rest is a task given to me.

Winter's alive, one splintered soul

No heartbeat inside.

Breathing the cold, uncertain stride

Trying to feel, to be next to her.

Winter's alive, one splintered soul

No heartbeat inside.

Breathing the cold, uncertain stride

Trying to feel, to be next to her.

Winter's alive, one splintered soul

No heartbeat inside.

Breathing the cold, uncertain stride

Trying to feel, to be next to her.