[Verse] A cruel clock winds down beneath the white jagged frost, Another cycle turned to ice, another year lost. There is no Sun Lord's blessing on these blighted sods, Only the breath of the grave and the silence of the gods. You count your last candles while your leaders sleep sound, And we bury all hope in the hard frozen ground. So huddle for warmth with neighbors and friends, For some who don’t will meet a pitiful end. The end and start of each year is the darkest, The end and start of each year is the coldest. [Chorus] IT’S DEADWINTER! The breath of the Frostmaiden is death! IT’S DEADWINTER! I taste the despair with every cold breath! Let the wretched keep their faith in the promise of spring, I will drink to their decay for the tidings they bring! IT'S DEADWINTER! The season of misery's cost! I AM THE DREG OF THE YEAR THAT WAS LOST! [Verse] A fool's gold tradition, a meaningless trade, A brittle illusion for the common parade. The giving of gifts may have its allure, If we’re gonna die cold, hey lets also die poor! We eat all our food like some desperate rat, If we’re gonna die cold then lets also die fat! [Chorus] IT’S DEADWINTER! The breath of the Frostmaiden is death! IT’S DEADWINTER! I taste the despair with every cold breath! Let the wretched keep their faith in the promise of spring, I will drink to their decay for the tidings they bring! IT'S DEADWINTER! The season of misery's cost! I AM THE DREG OF THE YEAR THAT WAS LOST! [Bridge] Hear now the whispers, the gold-plated few. While they enjoy all their warmth and forget about you. Our leaders urge us to act for pleasure, Ignorant that they might kill you with pressure! [solo] [Chorus] IT’S DEADWINTER! The breath of the Frostmaiden is death! IT’S DEADWINTER! I taste the despair with every cold breath! Let the wretched keep their faith in the promise of spring, I will drink to their decay for the tidings they bring! IT'S DEADWINTER! The season of misery's cost! I AM THE DREG OF THE YEAR THAT WAS LOST!
