Early was the mourning
Of the glory that would pass
Cold was the night
As I dreampt of the past
In the days of old
The knights were still bold
Now its foretold
The nights will be cold
This cold night of mine
rode in on winter wind
freezing the vine
And my heart in the end
I woke to the mourning
Finding glory had passed
The knights became cold
And frozen hearts don't last
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 1:20 PM UTC
Early was the mourning
Of the glory that would pass
Cold was the night
As I dreampt of the past
In the days of old
The knights were still bold
Now its foretold
The nights will be cold
This cold night of mine
rode in on winter wind
freezing the vine
And my heart in the end
I woke to the mourning
Finding glory had passed
The knights became cold
And frozen hearts don't last
