Winter Of Discontent

The rain it cut like glass
The wind it cut like arrows
In my mind a flood of blood
Came down the street so narrow

In the winter of my discontent

I never shook hands with Satan
But everywhere was hate
I couldn't see and I couldn't find
The key to freedom's gate

In the winter of discontent
In the winter of discontent

Live spelt backwards is evil
I don't want to look back
All I see in my memory is lost
Friends along the track

In the winter of my discontent

There are no friends only foe
My only comfort Edgar Alan Poe

In the winter of my discontent
In the winter of my discontent

If there is a God
And not too much damage done
Spring will come
And with the Spring along will come the sun

Melt my winter of discontent
Melt my winter of discontent