Harvests lying in the fields
Now we're rising from the ground
Waking from the Autumn sleep
Now we're scattered by the wind

And you know we will always be
Born to die again
Let the winter descend on me
Like a melody

Late December blankest life
Swallowing the blacking Sun
I see children breathe the snow
Brought down by the winter's edge

And you know we will always be
Born to die again
Let the winter descend on me
Like a melody

And you know we will always be
Born to die again
Let the winter descend on me
Like a melody

March will bring the windwards more
Sound the final battle call
Release the flow of rising streams
And bury dead now stain the snow

And you know we will always be
Born to die again
Let the winter descend on me
Like a melody