Lost Between Two Winters

Death is an author, victorious king

Death is a ruler with iron fist

A famous orphan collects with greed

A shelter is opened to slay the human dream

Stand by me; don't let your heart be broken

Classic deals, no choices will be chosen

Myths confide in outer strength

Raise your chants, throw a humble token

A witch compelled to pray her words remain unspoken

With hope I crossed my fingers

I am lost between two winters

My body and my soul

Among the dead we run and smile

Asking if there'll be a trial

Raise your chants, we lost the fight

We lost the fight!

With hope I crossed my fingers

I am lost between two winters

My body and my soul

Among the dead we run and smile

Asking if there'll be a trial

Raise your chants, we lost the fight

With bare and naked bodies we hold the thorns of a rotting rose

We drain our blood and shadows consume the drowned and kill their hopes

Deep narrow hole in fresh wet soil

Buried into the snow

Like others claimed to see, I curse all those who shed their souls

Days save not all lords

He who speaks the truth will be destroyed

He who seeks proof is catching void

Potential lairs iconic and praised

Evil arises disguised and grazed

Winters unite and light decays

Wisdom denies you write the evil

With hope I crossed my fingers

I am lost between two winters

My body and my soul

Among the dead we run and smile

Asking if there'll be a trial

Raise your chants, we lost the fight