Winterchylde Death Of A Storm
The spirit of mortal mankind
Drifting through solitude
In disgrace when soft voices die
Lost inside of shadow with the soul of a darkened mind
Sounds of the creator when life began
In the midst of shadows
With grief comes wisdom, days of darkness
And eternity beyond the tide...
Suddenly dark clouds form
Written in sadness
The death of a storm
The pattern evolves
Softening the dark
And in the dark
Beauty between the earth and rain
