Son of Winter lyrics

Fire is crackling in this sunrise My son of winter, son of heart and mind Fading the colour of the ancient wisdom For your coronation I will sacrifice myself I will live and you will grow White branches are rising Your roots are firm Grow high and proud, my faith is blind Black crows are dead White doves are flying Sweet crimson pureness, I will love you Until the daybreak fades my greedy fancies Flowers of evil near leaves of life Enchanted colours echo from black eyes of child I'm the winter, I'm the cold I'm the feeling never told I'm the truth, I'm the lies I'm the teardrop from your eyes I'm the emotion without name I am joy, I am pain I'm the tree of the night I'm the white of your might I will live and you will grow White branches are rising Your roots are firm Grow high and proud, my faith is blind Black crows are dead White doves are flying