Lyrics:
Jet trails cut across a Winter County sky
That's why I recon Sunday is a good day to die
There's a beautiful black gale and then he's waiting there
The pen, the sword, in accord
I got a taste for both
Original blows are critical
Rarely play the tropes
I live my life by the way
The one that I
own
These leaves will freeze and they'll die
As winter winds reach a high
This Montréal December
It chills me through my sweater
Wade through the sea
though the frost was cruel
When a poor man came in sight, gath'ring winter fuel
Hither, page and stand by me, if thou know'st it, telling
Yonder peasant,
Torment raging through my veins
While the sun is shining - I decay
You will die by my teeth, for I am your reaper
In eternal night, in eternal winter
She, she, life in death
She lets him live, her chosen one
"One after one by the star dogged moon
Too quick for groan or sigh
Each turned his face
She, she, life in death
She lets him live, her chosen one
"One after one by the star dogged moon
Too quick for groan or sigh
Each turned his face
birth
to man.
Raped by the wind and forced to bring life to the hundred
bastard sons.
The unholy ones will give strength for all evil to live
winds, icy blizzards... here I am, at the gates of winter, surrounded only by cold purity. I stand alone, among infinite spaces and dead seasons... I look
in the valley in my mind
And its breath, both foul and holy
is like the deer to a dying hind;
Wordless - yet in soul so true
Nameless - yet it lives
Angelic voices strengthen my walk
Down a cold, lonesome road I stalk
To wait for a time that I can enter
This Chapel of White,taken by Winter
side we get live at sunset
To sunrise we're just vibing surviving
And it feels good to be alive in the hood that I'm in
Shinning all night-bright it's
The frozen days in the heart of the forest
We are told from the old man
How (he) lives in the dark of his mind
Plagued by fears and shadows from his
Though the frost was cruel
When a poor man came in sight
Gathering winter fuel
Hither, page, and stand by me,
If thou knowst it, telling
Yonder peasant,
Though the frost was cruel
When a poor man came in sight
Gathering winter fuel
Hither, page, and stand by me,
If thou knowst it, telling
Yonder peasant,
Though the frost was cruel
When a poor man came in sight
Gath'ring winter fuel
"Hither, page, and stand by me
If thou know'st it, telling
Yonder peasant,
by me
If thou knowst it, telling
Yonder peasant, who is he
Where and what his dwelling
Sire, he lives a good league hence
Underneath the mountain
nothing left to live on
The sheen of the winter's white
And I wore my heart on my sleeve but the wind tore it off
The wind knocked me down
What belongs in
move in life by fate
By will, by wind, by sword
Carved into the rune stones of a story by the hands of norns
Stolen from a family and imprisoned in
Hold brace here it comes
Like a wind from inside spinning around
Let go as you turn you will learn
How to live softly alone
Roses on a lover's dress
their domain
No weak member
Full knowledge of the arcane
Winter and summer from the spring until the fall
The wolves
Will live
After World's dawn
world, winter war weather
This is wu-block music for the black hooded champions
Step in the car and go
Round down by your lady and I
Be waiting
categorized by the winds of change. This season of harvest. c season of transition and letting go. It embodies the impermanence of nature (the natural
Charted only by wolves and wickedness
And my pride
Which I've always struggled to hide
Even inside the familiar folds of my loneliness
Because I am the son
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