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.