Son of Winter letra

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

Winterage - Letras

• Awakening
• Chain Of Heaven
• Crown To The Crowds
• Dark Enchantment
• Golden Worm
• La Caccia Di Tùrin
• La Fonte D'essenza
• La Grotta Di Cristallo
• La Morte Di Venere
• Metamorphosis, a Macabre Ritual
• Nekyia
• Numen
• Oblivion Day
• Of Heroes And Wonders
• Orpheus and Eurydice
• Ouverture In Do Minore
• Panserbjørne
• Simurgh the Firebird
• Son of Winter
• The Amazing Toymaker
• The Cult of Hecate
• The Endless Well
• The Flame Shall Not Fade
• The Harmonic Passage
• The Inheritance of Beauty
• The Mutineers
• The Wisdom of Us
• Victory March
• White Leviathan
• Wirewings