The snow on your eyelids that curtsy with age
Are freezing their stare on tyranny's wings
The bitterness, hardness, warmth of your skin
Is diseased with familiar caresses

Withdrawing from splendor, withdraw from decay
Among all the triumphs and jaded awards
The angry and blazing circus of sound
Recede as the crown prince arises

Primroses are the jewels that lurk
In masks of pleasure that flicker with doubt
Entrances of fame that silently fear
Advance and demand to be recognized

Winter song, winter song

The river shall flow through hollow green faces
Of cartoon resentment drawn out of the tongues
You cannot beget all the sins that you owe
To the people of paradise magic

Winter song, winter song
Winter song, winter song

The worshipping cling to the dark of your heart
And lie there in wait with your angels
To moan and ravish from dawn until dusk
The avaricious young lovers
Winter song, winter song
Winter song, winter song