Death in winter.

In the darkness of the winter's spine
White snow lays on the frozen ground
Purified by the godless wine
Secretly guarded by the wild hound

The coal-black raven with his sorrow
Hear his cry through your bones
I wish i could foresee tomorrow
My lord, the trees are the one he owns.

Dirt covered hearts are buried diep within
a rope around his neck, hanging on a branch
Bleeding lovers and their cold grey skin
mother nature embraces all who stanch

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