[Intro] (A chilling acoustic guitar melody plays slowly. Soft, icy synthesizer pads create the feeling of a freezing wind sweeping across the plains.) [Verse 1] The sky turned pale, the shadows long A silent chill beneath the song We felt the bite against our skin The dying season drawing in A single flake of blinding white Descending slowly through the light It mixes with the falling ash A freezing warning on the glass. [Chorus] Winter's breath is on our trail The freezing wind begins to wail The open road is turning cold A bitter story to be told We cannot walk the frozen ground Before the heavy snow comes down We need a fire, we need a door To hide us from the winter's roar. [Verse 2] Our breath hangs heavy in the air A frosted crown upon our hair The dying leaves have turned to stone A quiet chill into the bone The endless walking has to end Before the freezing storms descend We scan the horizon, pale and gray To find a place where we can stay. [Chorus] Winter's breath is on our trail The freezing wind begins to wail The open road is turning cold A bitter story to be told We cannot walk the frozen ground Before the heavy snow comes down We need a fire, we need a door To hide us from the winter's roar. [Verse 3] The rusted gold, the broken bridge Now fading past the snowy ridge We carry on through deepening white To beat the dying of the light We need a hearth, a steady flame A shelter with a forgotten name To wait until the spring returns And life beneath the ashes burns. [Chorus] Winter's breath is on our trail The freezing wind begins to wail The open road is turning cold A bitter story to be told We cannot walk the frozen ground Before the heavy snow comes down We need a fire, we need a door To hide us from the winter's roar. [Outro] (The acoustic guitar slows down to single, freezing notes. The synthesizer pads swell slightly before fading out like a dying gust of wind, leaving absolute silence.)
