In the midst of Winter's dance against a blackened sky the winds will chant with no clouds to break its maddening rant the gods will come to join you If you try to move, you'll find you can't as heaven will its glory plant placing you deep in a trance you'll turn to see yourself And as gods must, so they will be in search of jest and no-so-subtle thrill dazzled by cries sharp and shrill these haunts will amaze you
