Yule tide brushes away autumns leaves.
Samhain has come to end.
The dead have returned home.
Now those sea has become too wild to sail.

It's time to get out of Limbo.
Barge out of the gates.
The battle was lost. Trust me I know.
But now, the war is about to begin.

It is in the time of silence that our own demons come out.
Let the anger and frustration fight those beasts within.
Let this torture not be for nothing.
It's time to shatter the frozen sea.

Raise the sails once more,
Pour a glass of whiskey.
Put on your finest clothes.
And ready your ****** weapons.

It's time to go to war with ourselves.
Winter is here, and we fight alone.
Those who follow will be welcome.
Those who stay behind will be missed.

But do not mistake my tears for weakness.
Do not mistake my silence for fear.
I may not be ready for what is to come.
But I know how to stand my ground.