The Springrise کے بول

Burn away the winter's frost Cast down the veil of grief Turn away from what's lost Rise up from that grave so dark Rivers of divinity in which to drown The whitest of light burning my eyes Shattering ice, my blood is warm again The springrise, I'm this world born again Whispering words in the wind Roll away towards the horizon With the staff I draw the sign And a world dead comes in bloom Rivers of divinity in which to drown The whitest of light burning my eyes Shattering ice, my blood is warm again The springrise, I'm this world born again With the staff I draw the sign And a world dead comes in bloom Shattering ice, my blood is warm again The springrise, I'm this world born again