Whipping o’er the world so cold, spellbound spirits lost in time…

As winter wind it creaks and moans
Whipping o’er the world so cold
As brittle as some ancient bones
This age old story’s been foretold
Whipping o’er the world so cold
Spellbound spirits lost in time
As brittle as some ancient bones
Fermented long as vintage wine
Spellbound spirits lost in time
Haunting us, lost in the night
Fermented long as vintage wine
We must bring them into the light
Haunting us, lost in the night
As brittle as some ancient bones
We must bring them into the light
As winter wind it creaks and moans
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