Winter is here Shiver in white rust Winter is here Your guitar is the wrong way round On the beat Winter is here Crows are pecking at the wheat husk Winter is here Your son is white and pale Winter is here Summer is dying in the white moon Winter is here Spirit is dying 'cuz there's no room I need your crisis in my life Can't breathe with no accident I feed the crisis in your life Can't breathe with no accident I need your crisis in my life Can't breathe with no accident I feed the crisis in your life Can't breathe with no accident