Feel the breeze, the sway of the trees

The gentle kiss of the crisp snowflakes

The howl of the cold as it takes hold

The arrows of light keep pouring from the stars
As ours flees from fright of fight

Wolfs sound, the signal is strong and clear

They'll tear me apart, but I'm already torn

No tears are shed, no feeling passes by

I'd cry, but then again why?
If only to die with a sigh.