Lyrics
The Winter, the Winter, the dead of Winter
with only the wind to lend a whisper
A fire, a fire, a burning fire
to light the wood as night conspires
to turn me into a creature wild
who howls and knows no self-denial
whose only thought is its survival
who acts upon every crude desire
The silence, the silence, the smothered echoes
The cornerstone of sacred temples
A fire, a fire, eternal fire
salvation from innate desires
to see a hand in burning suns,
in battlefields and smoking guns
in patterns and dreams and consequences
a hand to build dividing fences
Beneath is strength in numbers
animals in darkness slumber
waiting for the fire to burn again
Beneath is great momentum
towards peace or total destruction
waiting for the fire to burn again
