[Intro, guitar solo] [Drums kick in] [Bridge] [Verse 1] Storm, the blight of white. The winds a-wailing, a sharp chafing bite. Grey skies, a chilling blow, No sun above, offers its warm glow. [Bridge] Winter, winter, spring comes soon. Will I live to see it, or will I see my doom? Winter, winter, my blood turns blue. Will I live to feel warmth, or will I see my doom? [Bridge] [Verse 2] Through fields, of snow I roam. No den nor hole, to call my own. I walk, no destination. But now there's no hesitation. [Bridge] Winter, winter, spring comes soon. Will I live to see it, or will I see my doom? Winter, winter, my blood turns blue. Will I live to feel warmth, or will I see my doom?
