Winter from Rituals by Raphael and the Thorns

Covered by mists
And ghostlights
No dawn in sight
The season closes
Itself around me
The truth will not
Set me free

Winter has come
The clouds hang low
They push me down
Into the unknown

The cold has made its way
Into my head, into my bed
Mother, hold me in your arms
Keep me safe from harm

Winter has come
The clouds hang low
They push me down
Into the unknown

You are not sick
You’re just weak
You’re a freak
A worthless piece of meat
You’re a sheep
That mere words can hurt
You’re down in the deep
You’re down in the dirt

Winter, let me be
Winter, set me free

Winter has come
The clouds hang low
They push me down
Into the unknown
No light, no day
Just endless grey
Mother, free me
From this cold decay

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