Evergreen altar
Pine and myrrh on winter air...

Oh the winds they rage and rancour
and the sky is cold and gray...

In winter’s hush, in darkness deep
A shadow snatched away his light...

There’s a fire at the door
And there’s decay in the streets...

A:
The wind’s begun its whispering...

On winter’s edge where shadows creep
When the naive lay fast asleep...

When the north wind blows
And you button up your coat...

Wading out into the centre pool
Floating above the abyssal deep...

I feel like I’m cut open
It’s festering not closing...

I wanted to be wanted
I wanted to be loved, it’s true...

My lullabies were screams
To me they sounded sweet...

I was raised in a town of killers
But I didn’t see their blades...