Burn away the winters frost
Cast down the veil of grief
Turn away from whats lost
Rise up from that grave so dark
Rivers of divinity in which to drown
The whitest of light burning my eyes
Shattering ice, my blood is warm again
The springrise, Im this world born again
Whispering words in the wind
Roll away towards the horizon
With the staff I draw the sign
And a world dead comes in bloom
Rivers of divinity in which to drown
The whitest of light burning my eyes
Shattering ice, my blood is warm again
The springrise, Im this world born again
With the staff I draw the sign
And a world dead comes in bloom
Shattering ice, my blood is warm again
The springrise, Im this world born again |
