Reaper
 
 Eager blows thy wind
 
 From beyond the great vast forest
 
 Reverend leveler
 
 Thy season is now at hand
 
 After all, we never stood a chance
 
  
  Thus falls the snow
 
 On crosses built in haste
 
 For a past never again to return
  
 
 A pallid host tread forth across the skies
 
 Yet, fearless like wolves we shall stand
 
 For we have seen it in the distance, now, for long
 
 So stern
 
 Limned in the likeness of a God
 
 The winter of the ages
 
 In the yonder ever restlessly astir
 
 Astir
  
 
 The crossroads lie far behind us now
 
 Oh, to enter there anew
 
 Knowing what we know now
  
 
 Though deep, into the wild we've gone
 
 Deeper yet, we're sure to go
 
 That much I know, that much I know
  
 
 We go where all must go at last
 
 To a nameless grave beneath nameless ruin
 
 An ageless curse from an unknown past
 
 The winter of the great undoing
 
 Funeral winter
 
 Firm be thy choke hold at summer's neck
 
 As hearts turn to splinters
 
 And the worms rejoice
 
 For theirs is the kingdom and theirs is the feast
 
 Beneath thy pale splendour entombed
 
 Come funeral winter
 
 Come funeral doom