Of Winter's frozen pulse and heart of fire
What loss is theirs who from thy kingdom turn
Dismayed, and think thy self a living God
Of death's seeking hand, this fire will burn
These streams become the icy veins of life
Carving their path through barren lands
The fires rage beyond the river's path
No bridge can spare us from the fury of His hand
In the wake of this new world, designed by fire
New life will rise to claim its throne
A second chance to prove to God their worth
Can we survive if left alone?
Of this dark and cold winter
No sign of life, no breath of morn
All killers are born not created
A gift to man from man
Infused with suffering
We're destined to die