Funeral Winter

Reaper

Eager blows thy wind

From beyond the great vast forest

Reverend leveler

Thy season is now at hand

After all, we never stood a chance

Thus falls the snow

On crosses built in haste

For a past never again to return

A pallid host tread forth across the skies

Yet, fearless like wolves we shall stand

For we have seen it in the distance, now, for long

So stern

Limned in the likeness of a God

The winter of the ages

In the yonder ever restlessly astir

Astir

The crossroads lie far behind us now

Oh, to enter there anew

Knowing what we know now

Though deep, into the wild we've gone

Deeper yet, we're sure to go

That much I know, that much I know

We go where all must go at last

To a nameless grave beneath nameless ruin

An ageless curse from an unknown past

The winter of the great undoing

Funeral winter

Firm be thy choke hold at summer's neck

As hearts turn to splinters

And the worms rejoice

For theirs is the kingdom and theirs is the feast

Beneath thy pale splendour entombed

Come funeral winter

Come funeral doom