A rotten sun

Hides behind the clouds

In the old moor

Where she sings the requiem

The grey clouds buried the sky in the depths of freezing chill

The broken sprigs under her feet 

She shelters fear in her eyes

Through the fields of thistle

Passing all alone

That cold morning

She's conjuring & charming

In the circle of fire

A day when desire comes with her god

As she wallows in the moonlight

She sleeps by the fire

Cruel be the winter