Winter

I call forth the cold
The coming signs of winter
The coming signs of winter

Black claw-like hands raised to the sky
Silhouettes of trees with no more leaves
Growing on their long lean twigs

Soul mirrors showing me
A shadowed face

Waters frozen and rugged, unmoved

Cloth, white, is falling on the ground
Snow from the sky; trying to hide
The face of the earth

Thousand daggers are piercing my skin
Winds from the north, alone in the skies

I call forth the cold
The coming signs of winter

I call forth the cold
The coming signs of winter
The coming signs of winter

Ravens seem to be the only
Life beside me; suddenly
They cover the sky to the horizon

Blood becomes ice
Flesh becomes rock

I call forth the cold
The coming signs of Winter
Winter…

I call forth the cold
The coming signs of Winter
Winter…

I call forth the cold
The coming signs of winter