Wintersmith - Sons Of Seasons

The days have grown darker

And clouds are hanging low

The hills once spread lush and green

Snow’s falling where the roads have been

So little her confidence

But still she walks strong

I’m born from the season’s dance

To men I belong

Winter’s alive, one splintered soul

No heartbeat inside

Breathing the cold, uncertain stride

Trying to feel, to be next to her

The cold is coming closer

And the harmony is lost

This burden that lies on my soul

And in my hand my people’s hope

My maiden’s uneasiness, her anxiety

To put all those fears to rest is a task given to me