Every winter feels the same The darkest, longest cold The most extensive of death Taking its time to be reborn
Every winter feels the same The familiar fear of grief The most desolate memories Display yourself for me to embrace
I remember the woods where we lay in the snow Only then was there a meaning for the frore A moment soon rendered in a painting Now abandoned to the farthest retrospection
With no regard, the wind may lash my skin And the cold pierce the core of consciousness Bring me back to those moments I will despair Until the frost amongst my soul captures me in ice