winter descends on earth,
bringing forth pure snow and hatred.
As she weeps for a lost love
her tears become frozen raindrops, hard hail,
destroying all what was good
and all that was light
Winterclouds gather
and the mist grows thicker
as darkness takes ovr earth
the moonlit night,
becomes a bloody sight,
as hail and stones ripp all creatures apart
Children cry for their dead mothers
Fathers search their lost children,
burried in the ruins
of what was once a palace.
The Crow takes her last steps
as she sees the end.
No longer she weeps, her tears are all shed
A silent last whisper is heard
as Crow herself descends in darkness
Tomorrow now belongs to the past.
