winter caps the rooftops and shrouds the earth in silence skadi howls and mourns and revels in the whiteness
my world is so small inside our cozy walls so warm and so threatened by the end of days
the time will surely come when all is blown undone but I will still be with you my love this deafening quiet may grasp around my chest but I will pry it’s bony fingers free
silver lines the windows cobwebs in the corners of the homes where once human minds did dwell
the earth is thrown asunder the god’s deafening thunder sweeps over and crumbles all we knew
the time will sure come when all is blown undone but I will still be with you my love cold may come surround us death’s hand try to bind us but I will pry his bony fingers free
the time will surely come when all is blown undone but I will still be with you my love this deafening quiet may grasp around my chest but I will pry it’s bony fingers free