Winter howling through the trees. Muffles the sound of your screams. A bloody death I leave behind. For all those of your kind. You may repent as my sword falls. But it is too late for death calls. For I am the winter, the silent frost. And for all the lives I take I pay the cost. Blood so red against the snow. Is the mark I leave, when I go. So when you hear the winter outside your door. Your mind remembers sins from before. Be filled with fear because I am near.