Winter Bride - The White Birch

Written by：Flottum/Ola

Oh my winter bride

I will freeze my tides

Upon your chest

To suit you best

Oh but d**n the sun

And every season gone

And their prophecies

Of the waiting sea

Oh my winter bride

How could we ever hide

Our daughters and sons

From such seasoned guns

Oh but d**n the sun

And every season gone

And their prophecies

Of the waiting sea

Oh to wear the light

Through endless nights

Or beat the bones

Soon trapped in stone

Oh but d**n the sun

And every season gone

And the prophecies

Of the waiting sea

Oh but d**n the sun

And seasons gone

With their prophecies

Of the endless sea