Some love the cloudless sky,
Not I, not I -
I love the snow storm
The gathering gale that fills -
The air with howling
A thousand voices calling, calling
For the sun that will not come

They say the dark is where the demons hide
Not I, not I -
White is so much worse,
You see - how it blocks out everything?
Can't tell what's up or down
When a white out rolls around

Maybe you'll catch a glimpse of red,
Eerie light glinting
Through the stinging motes
Would you rather freeze or hope?
I sing my song in lantern light,
Follow me and pay no mind -
How my footprints fill with blood