A cold winter breeze, coming from the north
  Trees are covered in white ice
  Ravens, restless of what will come
  As winter spreads his deadly hands
  The sky is covered in dark clouds
  Bringing more of winter's deadly winds
  Hiding from what will come
  When the silent death starts falling down
  The longer the storm holds on
  The hungrier the beasts will become
  Death to the weak, strong ones will survive
  This is nature's doing, for millions of years
 
 
 
 
 
  Running away to find a place to hide
  Running away to escape the end of life
  This had been the way in this solitary land
  Since the beginning of life and until its end
  Running away to find a place to hide
  Running away to escape the end of life
  Ruthless as nature can be to all living things
  In the end, birth of new life it brings
  Winter, with his wicked wrath,
  leaves blinding beauty in his path!
  Nothing to see of the life's who had to fall
  This is mother nature's way after all.