Lethian Dreams Midwinter
Here I stand
Where winds come and go
A garden of snow
Where cold settled home
In every moon
A different fate
A silver threat
Awaits to fall
No one will save no one
No one can see you
No words will heal you now
No one can save you
In every moon
A different fate
A silver threat
Awaits to fall
In a midwinter voice
Fields and hills cry
All is setting forth
In different shades of white
We're setting forth again
We flee like ghosts again
In shapeless shadowlands
We're setting forth again