Far along the back road
Winding through the forest
At the end of faith and hope
In the dark black trees
An icy wind is rising
Just as sharp as any knives
Cutting through the lives of those
Who toil against the breeze
Where death stands by the cradle
Where blood runs through the Moors
Fire burn, fireplace so bright
Keep us warm through the long winter night
Flames keep away the fearsome sight
Of the Wintersmith
The Wintersmith
Among the chilling screams
And the heavy drum of hooves
A center never moves as the sheep girl waits to fight
She's fair as stars in heaven
And the flowers on the land
Lightning in her left hand
And Thunder in her right
Where death stands by the cradle
Where blood runs through the Moors
Fire burn, fireplace so bright
Keep us warm through the long winter night
Flames keep away the fearsome sight
Of the Wintersmith
The Wintersmith
Where the tangled bones of shipwrecks lie upon the distant shore
There lives the Wintersmith
Where a thousand drowning voices rise from the ocean floor
There lives the Wintersmith
Where the silver moon cause shapes upon the frozen boards
There lives the Wintersmith
There lives the Wintersmith
Fire burn, fireplace so bright
Keep us warm through the long winter night
Flames keep away the fearsome sight
Of the Wintersmith
Fire burn, fireplace so bright
Keep us warm through the long winter night
Flames keep away the fearsome sight
Of the Wintersmith
Wintersmith