a december was falling down
from the heavens up high
the lake had fallen asleep
and sand white as the sky

the king stared at his men
only respect in his eyes
they watched him lead them
their only truth in these lies

the road to the dark castle
hadn't been walked in a decade
he remembered that other king
who had done the same mistake

but the time was fading
soon something sinister
shall rise beyond the walls
a fate close and awaiting
in the winters grey whisper
last man will have it all

the forest was now wild
narrow spaces and a lonely face
scattered them in sight
one by one they began to fade

the mist was choking the eyes
as a scream filled the cold air
more screams followed the silence
black blades feasted everywhere

the king fought arm in arm
until the sky began to bleed
a red rain in a white december
awakening the world from sleep

only a moment of screeching metal
and screams and howl of the winds
'tis the last of his holy battles
he sought strength from the old kings

the woods have begun to wither
in red whispers of another shadow
and like so many winters before
a king marches and an army follows

no gods spoke that yesterday
and they haven't been heard since
they say the woods still has the dead
returning men telling stories
that'll make the bravest men cringe

the woods have been there for
nearly a thousand year and more
and beyond the abyss of dark
there stands a land of the lore

but the woods are burning
once dark is slowly turning
all its secrets out in the open
a birth of god burnt and broken

the woods have begun to wither
in red whispers of another shadow
and like so many winters before
a king marches and an army follows
to die for the ever lasting night