Scent of Winter - Macbeth

Snowflakes descend upon

This frozen river of blood

And winter comes once more

To bring us fear and pain

It’s time for answers now

It’s time to heal our pride

And now the world is turning grey

Hope is gone in a day

Welcome to the place where sun is cold

Where the birds will never sing

The ground will warm our frozen bones

But too late

Here comes the death

The fog devours our path

We lose our will to live

The season of doubt has come

And stars are falling down

It’s time for answers now

It’s time to heal our pride

And now the world is turning grey

Hope is gone in a day

Welcome to the place where sun is cold

Where the birds will never sing

The ground will warm our frozen bones

But too late

Here comes the death

(We're slowly fading like the dew

Gently staying for a while

Making precious what is crude

Sic transit gloria mundi

From the cradle to the grave)