From summer's end We walk towards winter Shadows entwined Fleeting moments passing by
By dawn we were ended Yet there was beauty to be found The warmth still lingered And the gentle snow that made no sound
Do not grieve, my friend For each beginning there must be an end
Do not grieve, my friend And while there are things to be buried deep For each beginning there must be an end We'll meet again beyond the realms of sleep
Thrice the moon's full bloom Yet only twice the eventide One night to set alight Another to let the fire die