[Verse 1] Messengers I heard on high... Not in praise but warning sung Over fields of sleeping frost Where the oldest vows are spun... [Refrain] Ahhh... the quiet holds... Ahhh... between the worlds... [Verse 2] Wardens, why does winter speak When all other seasons sleep? What has crossed the thinning veil Born where strong and fragile meet? [Refrain] Ahhh... the quiet holds... Ahhh... between the worlds... [Verse 3] Come and see where contracts thin Where no book may seal a soul Born where peace and shadow touch Neither claimed nor made whole... [Verse 4] Laid where root and starlight cross Cradled low in winter hay Witnessed only by the still As the world redraws its way... [Final Refrain] Ahhh... unbound... unclaimed... still...
