The Weight of Winter (wersja 2)

Verse

Winter's fist descends on iron shores

Piercing the black where frost has been before

Snowfall thickens like a warrior's cloak

Every blade laid bare for the wolf to hold

I walk alone through the empty streets

Where only the wind dares take a seat

The Allfather's silence holds its sway

As I stand there, weighed down by the day

My heart heavy as the first great fall of snow

Beneath the weight of what has yet to know

Pre-Chorus

I hear the wolves at the city gates

Howling out for blood and frozen fate

The earth is cold beneath my feet

But I refuse to let it freeze me neat

Chorus

I carry the winter's weight on shoulders broad

I walk alone through streets turned dark and locked

Every storm that comes, I turn it into gold

I'll be the one who holds this frozen fold

The Allfather's silence turns to my command

Winter's grip will not find its hand in me

Verse

Bitter wind cuts through the empty square

Snowdrift rising like a battle scar

Every breath I take is cold and grey

But I do not bend, I do not stray

I am the one who keeps this frozen line

Who turns the weight of winter into mine

The wolves howl loud but I stand tall and still

For I know that in this silence, I'm built to kill

Frost seeps through my leather armor and bone

But I wear it as a badge I call my own

I'll take every storm and turn it round

So the Allfather's will be never found

Pre-Chorus

The wolves are growing restless at my heels

Their hunger grows with every frozen feel

The earth is cold beneath my feet again

But still I stand, unmoving, unbroken grain

Chorus

I carry the winter's weight on shoulders broad

I walk alone through streets turned dark and locked

Every storm that comes, I turn it into gold

I'll be the one who holds this frozen fold

The Allfather's silence turns to my command

Winter's grip will not find its hand in me

Bridge

No snow can freeze what's already cold as stone

No wolf can hunt a heart that's made of bone

This weight is mine, I wear it like a crown

I'll be the one who holds this frozen town

Not the frost, not the wolves, not any name

Just me, standing tall, with winter as my claim

Chorus

I carry the winter's weight on shoulders broad

I walk alone through streets turned dark and locked

Every storm that comes, I turn it into gold

I'll be the one who holds this frozen fold

The Allfather's silence turns to my command

Winter's grip will not find its hand in me