And the Winter did the things

I wanted to be done

No matter the pain in gave,

The rain continued to fall on and on



So the wind brought grief,

And the cold shed tears

And now my ally is making,

Making me one with hissad cry



The Winter rages out through my mouth

Breaking through the windows of your Summer

It freezes pure love

And fills your stories with pages

Pages from a Winter to come



From a fortress of frost,

Blood pours forth from my mouth

Flooding your dream fields, your shores

Sweeping your hopes away

To where no senses reach



This death-filled sky reflecting the horror I lust

I'm hidden up here in decrepitude

Writing with blood, Tales from a Winter to come