Lyrics:

There is a song the cold wind sings
It seems to breathe a thousand things
We turn to go

Before the world grew sad and gray
Ever we sang, yet led astray
And now we know

For we have heard it whisper fell
A voice, a phantom flung from Hell
As we turn to go

Hopeless now but not undone
Hope is that to which we run
Hope calls from another place
Hope is found in your embrace

I lay here now beneath a stone
I lay here cold, yet not alone
A wolfish shape has come
He is the song the cold wind sings
As unto paupers so to kings
And thus he sings to me

I rise, but helpless as a child
He bares his fangs and lunges wild
For he is fearless
A torn and ragged man am I
Worn out and weary, left to die
I've come so far to fail

Hopeless now but not undone
Hope is that to which we run
Hope calls from another place
Hope is found in your embrace

I feared the trail had reached an end
I feared what waited 'round the bend
And though the dark ones crowded near
They were but shrouding something dear
Time had his cruel laugh and then
A curse, a wold, the bane of men
Laid me low at last
And now the cold wind sings no more

In mist we sense the great unknown
Yet we can't avoid the Truth
The doom we face

Where have you fled, my soul, my love?
I hear you call from up above
And are you waiting?

Before I closed my eyes to rest
I heard your call and I was blessed
There is a home, I heard you say
Where Time and Death
Will hold no sway

Hopeless now but not undone
Hope is that to which we run
Hope calls from another place
Hope is found in your embrace