Lyrics:

I call forth the cold,
The coming signs of winter.
The coming signs of winter.

Black claw-like hands raised to the sky.
Silhouettes of trees with no more leaves,
Growing on their long lean twigs.

Soul mirrors showing me,
A shadowed face.

Waters frozen and rugged, unmoved.

Cloth, white, is falling on the ground.
Snow from the sky; trying to hide,
The face of the earth.

Thousand daggers are piercing my skin
Winds from the north, alone in the skies.

I call forth the cold,
The coming signs of winter.

I call forth the cold,
The coming signs of winter.
The coming signs of winter.

Ravens seem to be the only
Life beside me; suddenly
They cover the sky to the horizon.

Blood becomes ice.
Flesh becomes rock.

I call forth the cold,
The coming signs of Winter.
Winter&

I call forth the cold,
The coming signs of Winter.
Winter&

I call forth the cold,
The coming signs of winter.