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, splintering 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, splintering soul
No heartbeat inside.
Breathing the cold, uncertain stride
Winter's alive, splintering soul
No heartbeat inside
Breathing the cold, uncertain stride
Trying to feel, to be next to her
Winter's alive, splintered his soul
No heartbeat inside
Breathing the cold, uncertain stride
Trying to feel, to be next to her
Writer/s: Henning Basse / Oliver Palotai / Simone Simons / Sons of Seasons
