Comes the cloven smile
Winter night I draw you
And all the branches bend
Like a skeleton in the wind
Now the air is white
Seeking flames so warm and high
In the Witching-Hour
In the snow-white world of Thule
Like your Grandmothers ghost
All the leaves just disappear
Before the eyes are shut
Will they shine, oh will they ever open?
All the cloven trees
All the nocturnal frozen breath
Come and see, my love
Come and fall unto this icy heaven
Winter night I draw you
And all the branches bend
Like a skeleton in the wind
Now the air is white
Seeking flames so warm and high
In the Witching-Hour
In the snow-white world of Thule
Like your Grandmothers ghost
All the leaves just disappear
Before the eyes are shut
Will they shine, oh will they ever open?
All the cloven trees
All the nocturnal frozen breath
Come and see, my love
Come and fall unto this icy heaven