Winds, frigid rain, accents to my soul
Each arrow's knowledge gained
Regardless what they stole
The sights I've seen
The cries I've heard
The torment witnessed
The peace I've earned can never be yours
The years deceive us, and make us forget
Our vibrant past, and solemn regret
The leaves are falling, their song I must heed
The sages speak, their knowledge I need
And as their arrows seek the ground
My flesh embraces every piercing round
I am finally set free
Keep close my memory
Winds, frigid rain, accents to my soul
Each arrow's knowledge gained
Regardless what they stole
The sights I've seen
The cries I've heard
The torment witnessed
The peace I've earned can never be yours
