Around the winter’s merry mime
After the rush of autumn time
When all the arms lay bare
When nobody knows what shall meet them there
The whistle shall come and silence the night
And in the courtyard, they all shall fight
A cause to be just or the cause of peace
But all my hopes have been long deceased
Fiery throws and beating till blue
I’m sensing my fury, did you feel it too?
For only in war on a night sometime past
Can one man stand to fight to the last
