Tales From A Winter To Come — Novembre

And the Winter did the things I wanted to be done No matter the pain in gave, The rain continued to fall on and on

So the wind brought grief, And the cold shed tears And now my ally is making, Making me one with hissad cry

The Winter rages out through my mouth Breaking through the windows of your Summer It freezes pure love And fills your stories with pages Pages from a Winter to come

From a fortress of frost, Blood pours forth from my mouth Flooding your dream fields, your shores Sweeping your hopes away To where no senses reach

This death-filled sky reflecting the horror I lust I'm hidden up here in decrepitude Writing with blood, Tales from a Winter to come