Sorrows stole in – as craft frost winds…
Like might, mage and mirror – lending fear…
They’ll blow over like storm – near dark dusked morn…
Pray’n your soul isn’t winter born – ere yer bound for the Horn…
Sorrows stole in – as craft frost winds…
Like might, mage and mirror – lending fear…
They’ll blow over like storm – near dark dusked morn…
Pray’n your soul isn’t winter born – ere yer bound for the Horn…