VERSE 
                                                  
Well I dreamed that I was running, through a wilderness of plenty 
                                                    
And I could hear the hunt behind me, getting closer, getting closer 
                                                   
And I knew that the end was coming and I wished that it was over 
                                                          
Bring me the snowfall, bring me the cold wind, bring me the winter 
   
VERSE 
                                                            
And now the mercury keeps rising, like the sap and the blood and the oceans 
                                          
And the asphalt acres melting, in the fetid air of poison 
                                                 
And I can hear the soldiers coming and I wish that it was over 
                                                          
Bring me the snowfall, bring me the cold wind, bring me the winter 
   
VERSE 
                                                     
I felt them tugging at my shoulder to come and join in the celebrations 
                                                      
To mark the triumph of the Emperor, the all-conquering ever-lasting summer 
                                                                 
And the streets were awash with the blood of the innocents, sacrificed to slaughter     
                                                        
The crowds all drunk on power and madness as the noise grew ever louder 
                                                            
And I could hear the knives being sharpened and I wished that it was over 
                                                    
Bring me the snowfall, bring me the cold wind 
                                                    
Bring me the snowfall, bring me the winter 
   
BRIDGE 
                          
    Let all the sins of the past be buried in the frozen ground 
                                
Let the last of the vengeance fires die 
                                          
The back wings flying high above the skeleton trees 
                   
Disappear into the white 
VERSE 
                                              
So let the weary land be rested and the killing season over 
                                                 
Let the shadows stretch forever in the light of burnished silver 
                                               
For I fear the age of consequence and I wish that it was over 
                                           
I fear the age of consequence and I wish that it was over 
                                           
I fear the age of consequence and I wish that it was over 
                                    
Bring me the snowfall, bring me the cold wind 
                                                    
Bring me the snowfall, bring me the cold wind, bring me the winter