Aspera Hiems Symfonia

Here is so desolate; Times, they are dark Words ceas' - to end as echoes rolling afar Empathy arises whilst thou drapest this world in black; The only colour that can paint my soul Clad in the shades of night Thou reflects the pure of heart Amidst al

Wintry Grey Frozen streams and vapours gray, cold and waste the landscape lay... Then a hale of wind. Hither-Whirling, Thither-Swilrling, Spin the fog and spin the mist... Still we walked on through woods and wintry gray, home through woods where win