The days have grown darker and clouds are hanging low. The hills once spread lush and green snow's falling where the roads have been. So little her confidence but still she walks strong. I'm born from the season's dance to men I belong. Winter's alive, one splintered soul no heartbeat inside. Breathing the cold, uncertain stride trying to feel, to be next to her. The cold is coming closer and the harmony is lost, This burden that lies on my soul and in my hand my people's hope. My maiden's uneasiness, her anxiety, to put all those fears to rest is a task given to me.