End of Days

Winter caps the rooftops Shrouds the earth in silence Skadi howls and mourns Revels in the whiteness My world is so small Inside our cozy walls So warm and so threatened by the end of days The time will surely come When all is blown undone I will still be with you, my love This deafening quiet May grasp around my chest I will pry its bony fingers free Silver lines the windows Cobwebs in the corners Of the homes, where once human minds did dwell The earth is thrown asunder The god's deafening thunder Sweeps over and crumbles all we knew Time will surely come When all is blown undone I will still be with you, my love Cold may come surround us Death's hand try to bind us I will pry his bony fingers free Time will surely come When all is blown undone I will still be with you, my love This deafening quiet May grasp around my chest I will pry it's bony fingers free