Adversary The Winter's Harvest
Seasons have passed,
I sit and wait
For the end of selfish pain.
I have lost something
I cannot replace
Still, I must leave it behind.
I will return to the battlefield
Where I can peacefully die.
Angels have wept,
Demons have died
In wars fought for love.
I shall burn off all my flesh:
It´s failed me for the last time.
Winter will come,
I´ll still be here,
Mourning the death of a smile.
