Wintersmith

Far along the back road
 Winding through the forest
 At the end of faith and hope
 In the dark black trees
 An icy wind is rising
 Just as sharp as any knives
 Cutting through the lives of those
 Who toil against the breeze
 Where death stands by the cradle
 Where blood runs through the Moors
 Fire burn, fireplace so bright
 Keep us warm through the long winter night
 Flames keep away the fearsome sight
 Of the Wintersmith
 The Wintersmith
 Among the chilling screams
 And the heavy drum of hooves
 A center never moves as the sheep girl waits to fight
 She's fair as stars in heaven
 And the flowers on the land
 Lightning in her left hand
 And Thunder in her right
 Where death stands by the cradle
 Where blood runs through the Moors
 Fire burn, fireplace so bright
 Keep us warm through the long winter night
 Flames keep away the fearsome sight
 Of the Wintersmith
 The Wintersmith
 Where the tangled bones of shipwrecks lie upon the distant shore
 There lives the Wintersmith
 Where a thousand drowning voices rise from the ocean floor
 There lives the Wintersmith
 Where the silver moon cause shapes upon the frozen boards
 There lives the Wintersmith
 There lives the Wintersmith
 Fire burn, fireplace so bright
 Keep us warm through the long winter night
 Flames keep away the fearsome sight
 Of the Wintersmith
 Fire burn, fireplace so bright
 Keep us warm through the long winter night
 Flames keep away the fearsome sight
 Of the Wintersmith
 Wintersmith