I'm told the cold weeps as the sleeping soul keeps it's age
It's age has been staged to turmoil
I haven't eaten since I winced with cheating ale
Not pale but failing
Far failing
I've failed
Now the brow quivers as muscles in body are ready to receive response
Annouce something merry annouce a fair ferry
Sail me away
Sail away
Seasons too many may they say something loud
Years tear tears I'm not proud
Predicting the moment please give me one more
Another one more
One more
Slash