Winter Marches On

Out of my head as the winter marches on
Out of my head as the winter marches on

We'll find enough there to feed you
Birth time rose, a thorn for coronation
Out of my head as the winter marches on
Loud is the music, the sky is bringing

Spare us your lives while we need you
Soon you'll belong to the blessed
Loud, is the music, the crowd is bringing
Out of my head as the winter marches on
Loud is the music, the sky is ringing

Dreams have frozen, crystal in the morning
Loud, is the music, the crowd is ringing
All arise from your rest