Oh, my winter bride
I will freeze my tides
Upon your chest
To suit you best
Oh, but damn the sun
And every season gone
And their prophecies
Of the waiting sea
Oh, my winter bride
How could we ever hide
Our daughters and sons
From such seasoned guns?
Oh, but damn the sun
And every season gone
And their prophecies
Of the waiting sea
Oh, to wear the light
Through endless nights
Or beat the bones
Soon trapped in stone
Oh, but damn the sun
And every season gone
And the prophecies
Of the waiting sea
Oh, but damn the sun
And seasons gone
With their prophecies
Of the endless sea