Northsong

By brian francis

The breezes blow a chilly wind
Winter comes again, winter comes
Screams of horror are heard in them
Winter comes again, winter comes

Death is marching in the wail
Winter comes again, winter comes
stand strong, hold fast, for if we fail
Winter comes again, winter comes

At the wall the black will hold
Winter comes again, winter comes
hero’s stories warm the soul
Winter comes again, winter comes

Death is walking through the snow
Winter comes again, winter comes
death might hold someone you know
Winter comes again, winter comes

Fires cleanse, fallen friend or foe
Winter comes again, winter comes
The dead seek out those they know
Winter comes again, winter comes

Copyright © 2021 Brian Francis