In the depths of the cold seasons,
Dreams come to me;
Offering hellish torture,
Reminding me of what once was.
In the plaintive vision,
I remember a paradise that once was.
Surrounded by warmth,
I stood amongst July's proud broadleaves.
I stood amongst life
In the comforting energy of a vibrant world.
But at the fall of every year
I know it's not to be.
Awakening from my dreams,
I find desolation.
My vibrant world gone,
I behold a land
Engraved in tombstone gray.
And within the depths of my heart,
I feel as a silent monster would;
Standing over the corpse of his only friend.
Dreams come to me;
Offering hellish torture,
Reminding me of what once was.
In the plaintive vision,
I remember a paradise that once was.
Surrounded by warmth,
I stood amongst July's proud broadleaves.
I stood amongst life
In the comforting energy of a vibrant world.
But at the fall of every year
I know it's not to be.
Awakening from my dreams,
I find desolation.
My vibrant world gone,
I behold a land
Engraved in tombstone gray.
And within the depths of my heart,
I feel as a silent monster would;
Standing over the corpse of his only friend.