• The winds of death
    Sweep to the west
    As frost closes in
    From deep within
    Coldness darkness
    Those that live sleep
    Long and deep
    Coldness darkness
    While life farther off stirs
    How winds wake life
    His claws are a knife
    Coldness darkness
    His predators are hunting
    His prey is grunting
    In fear of death
    Coldness darkness
    On the crest
    Of the wave
    The saviors name is
    Proclaimed
    The saviors name is
    Proclaimed
    His name is spring
    Light and warmth at last