Don't Bite The Hand That Feeds You

The cold creeps with icy fingers slowly from the north,

So I feel winter is coming, winter is coming now

Bend your knees lower your eyes,

This is your consolation for everything that you've done

Familiar faces in the crowd and gone in a breath of air

Last thoughts for those you love, and the gods that left you here

Familiar faces in the crowd, abandoned those who cared

Forgiven for your love, by the gods that left you here

So will your gods watch down

As you strive to maintain

That which hangs in the balance?

Winter is coming now

Silent secrets in silent words you'll die to hear,

All for the love you kept away in the places that you fear

Where are your gods now,

Gods who watch down upon you?