Lost in shades of the winterfree
Dismay insensibly melted away
In moonlight flavored wintertea
Slowly soaring flakes are falling down to field of fate
Resplendent shimmer of plain lights
On shadow side of the crescent moon
Is calling me from the misty skies
Why does this feels like something’s wrong inside my head
Where does these flakes are going after silent death
Where does these flakes are go after silent death
In gloomy garden of frozen blind
These pale flowers are foreordained
To die in cold of the lonely night
When blazing sun will rise above my stonehead