Killed the night into haze and fire Then, to disappear Faced the night with your faded mind If you were sincere we could sever broken times As winter hits tomorrow And ranges all that you can see There is so little sorrow In some things I can't defeat As winter is my lotto And this is something you can't tilt The flames surround the hollowed As cold hands become deceased As winter hits tomorrow And ranges all that you can see There is so little sorrow In some things I can't defeat As winter is my lotto And this is something you can't tilt The flames surround the hollowed As cold hands become deceased