Winterage - Son of Winter

Fire is crackling in this sunrise
My son of winter, son of heart and mind
Fading the colour of the ancient wisdom
For your coronation I will sacrifice myself

I will live and you will grow
White branches are rising
Your roots are firm
Grow high and proud, my faith is blind
Black crows are dead
White doves are flying

Sweet crimson pureness, I will love you
Until the daybreak fades my greedy fancies
Flowers of evil near leaves of life
Enchanted colours echo from black eyes of child

I'm the winter, I'm the cold
I'm the feeling never told
I'm the truth, I'm the lies
I'm the teardrop from your eyes

I'm the emotion without name
I am joy, I am pain
I'm the tree of the night
I'm the white of your might

I will live and you will grow
White branches are rising
Your roots are firm
Grow high and proud, my faith is blind
Black crows are dead
White doves are flying