Winter Past

Remember the good times Remember the good times Out from the ashes arose a little flame crusted hafling, a bastard of a half-breed He shook his head one time, and then raced right for the front line. Some colors is needed some colors are needed For the transition of all the crap back into the norm The world is bright if you remember all the good times remember all the good times remember all the good times The winter passes by the air gets richer the white in the woods seeps away through the ground: it's an end to the cold a sudden turn of events made this The turning point for the bastard's new horizon He shines, and grins and growls and howls and make the changes worth while in time So, whatever is done, wherever you go whatever you do, whatever you choose Whatever you want, be well prepared to battle the front you're second to none The path is laid out, just walk it and welcome the result it's hidden you won't know it till you see for yourself Will it ever be uncovered? So much for the path that you found buried under the white snow, Walk young soldier, walk your way home Whatever is back in the cold absorbes the warmth from the one So eager to be there The one thats always there for you At dawn the only one we trust The sun the only one to trust remember all the good times remember all the good times The winter passes by the air gets richer the white in the woods seeps away through the ground it's an end to the cold and a way to recall a season of prosper and awe. welcome to the sunlight it's an end to it all.