The cold tide of winter crept and buried the dead
And withered the gardens I'd sewn in my head
It all starts anew, but a bitter reminder
A darling of the wolf moon and a love left behind her
Now the blanket's fallen
The ease is yet to sink in
There's no crackling fire
No woman to admire
And that cold, frail howlin'
It just keeps haunting me
And taunts like the haints and memories
That won't leave me be
So I long for the spring in its merciful reign
To thaw your reflection from the stillness of day
And to lend me the truth I've long sought to learn
How to live while dying, how to die and return
Now the blanket's fallen
The ease is yet to sink in
There's no crackling fire
No woman to admire
And that cold, frail howlin'
It just keeps haunting me
And taunts like the haints and memories
That won't leave me be
That cold, frail howlin'
It just keeps haunting me
And taunts like the haints and memories
That won't leave me be
And that cold, frail howlin'
It just keeps haunting me
