so cold,
the nights are lengthening,
slowly taking over the day,
The winds picked up not long ago,
taking what warmth we had,
and slowly killing it coldly,
The summer days are dead,
winter is taking it's throne,
ruling the weather with rain,
with snow conquering the lands,
the wind it's constant guard,
as it envelopes our bodies,
biting down on our skins,
and slowly taking our warmth as well,
this is winter my people,
don't let it win.