Winter

[01:56.53] I call forth the cold
[02:02.12] The coming signs of winter
[02:13.44] Black hands raised to the sky
[02:22.60] Silhouettes of trees with no more leaves
[02:31.78] Growing on their long lean twigs
[02:36.57] Soul mirrors showing me
[02:41.93] A shadowed face
[03:17.83] Waters frozen and rugged, unmoved
[03:25.12] Cloth, white, is falling
[03:34.21] Snow from the sky
[03:37.49] Hiding the face of the earth
[03:44.81] Thousand daggers piercing my skin
[03:49.43] Winds from the north, alone in the skies
[03:57.67] I call forth the cold
[04:01.35] The coming signs of winter
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[05:19.12] Ravens seem to be the only
[05:22.88] Life beside me suddenly
[05:26.59] They cover my sight to the horizon
[05:31.90] Blood becomes ice
[05:40.13] Flesh becomes rock
[05:43.86] I call forth the cold
[05:48.36] The coming signs of winter
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