Paroles de Woodland Hunter (Part I)

Cold hunters knife Washed in a silver rain Washed in wings and pierced by those claws that cling To the throats and hands of death Bold brazen child Who said you could do these things Made from rain and light blowing in from space Now, to kill, and fight, and hide your claim Cold haunted heart Your dream of my warm embrace All the while carving with all your hate, Rage and bile, to turn me cold But cold is home and I am winter Blinding light and blasting horns If you want warmth then I am summer But choose the one you're wanting more