Far along the back road, winding through the forest
At the end of faith and hope, and the dark black trees
An icy wind is rising, just as sharp as any knives
Cutting through the lives of those who toil against the Freeze

Where Death stands by the cradle
Where blood runs through the moors
Fire burn, fire blaze so bright
Keep us warm through the long Winter night
Flames keep away the fearsome sight
Of the Wintersmith
The Wintersmith

Among the chilling screams, and the heavy drum of hooves
Her centre never moves as the sheep-girl waits to fight
She's fair as stars in Heaven, and the flowers of the land
Lighting in her left hand and Thunder in her right

Where Death stands by the cradle
Where blood runs through the moors
Fire burn, fire blaze so bright
Keep us warm through the long Winter night
Flames keep away the fearsome sight
Of the Wintersmith
The Wintersmith
Where the tangled bones of shipwreck lie upon a distant shore (There lives the WinterSmith)
Where a thousand drowning voices rise from the ocean floor (There lives the WinterSmith)
Where the silver moon casts shapes upon the frozen floor (There lives the WinterSmith)
There lives the WinterSmith

Fire burn, fire blaze so bright
Keep us warm through the long Winter night
Flames keep away the fearsome sight
Of the Wintersmith
Fire burn, fire blaze so bright
Keep us warm through the long Winter night
Flames keep away the fearsome sight
Of the Wintersmith
The Wintersmith