Winter Marches On

The trade's on

She drains emotion

To drink from her breast of fortune

Dreams have frozen crystal in the morning

Birth time rose

A thorn for coronation

All arise from your rest

We will find enough there to feed you

Soon you'll belong to the blest

Spare us your lives while we need you

Loud is the music the crowd is bringing

Out of my head as the winter marches on

Loud is the music the sky is ringing

Out of my head as the winter marches on

Loud is the music the crowd is bringing

Out of my head as the winter marches on

Loud is the music the sky is ringing

Out of my head as the winter marches on

And on

Winter marches on