Wintersmith (feat. Sir Terry Pratchett)

Far along the back road Winding through the forest At the end of faith and hope In the dark black trees An icy wind is rising Just as sharp as any knives Cutting through the lives of those Who toil against the breeze Where death stands by the cradle Where blood runs through the Moors Fire burn, fireplace so bright Keep us warm through the long winter night Flames keep away the fearsome sight Of the Wintersmith The Wintersmith Among the chilling screams And the heavy drum of hooves A center never moves as the sheep girl waits to fight She's fair as stars in heaven And the flowers on the land Lightning in her left hand And Thunder in her right Where death stands by the cradle Where blood runs through the Moors Fire burn, fireplace so bright Keep us warm through the long winter night Flames keep away the fearsome sight Of the Wintersmith The Wintersmith Where the tangled bones of shipwrecks lie upon the distant shore There lives the Wintersmith Where a thousand drowning voices rise from the ocean floor There lives the Wintersmith Where the silver moon cause shapes upon the frozen boards There lives the Wintersmith There lives the Wintersmith Fire burn, fireplace so bright Keep us warm through the long winter night Flames keep away the fearsome sight Of the Wintersmith Fire burn, fireplace so bright Keep us warm through the long winter night Flames keep away the fearsome sight Of the Wintersmith Wintersmith