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Winter's BurdenChildren of the fog we areAshes, ashes of the winter Heaped upon blooming corpses of summer (Our) past... to bring? (To) watch... the (k)nights fall (To) await... the winter To wait the ligth to enter To light their tombs with new born splendour Children of the fog we are. Bleak, impenetrable. Gathering across the land over city, moor-side and barrow Cold hands we are. Vice-like; as shackles a'seeking out the throats of those Who dare approach us with their candles Silent as the grave we are Hollow, watching, waiting For the sun to rise on Solstice day To lead our children away To begin again, a world a'new Kith and Kin a Spring to view. |