The Winter Is Coming

slipping across the morning the shadows take the doubt away from brother midnight just a few more hours and his arms are ever reaching and the days are almost gone and the sun is forever death is only once when the leaves are falling i hear your brot

trailing out through the golden dawn veering into the angry swarm carried by the birds into the dark swooping down through the blurry clouds peeling back the enormous shroud to release the beast that lurks behind mother nature calls your name leads y