The ghosts of winter stalk this land
Jack Frost paints with his icy hands
The wind cuts knives through the shattered trees
The poltergeist skies of seasons gone by
The ghosts of winter stalk this land
Jack Frost dances on the icy stones
Gallivanting through the frozen wastes
Be-bop the bones of a generation's souls
The ghosts of winter stalk this land
Jack Frost decorates the broken panes
The twitching scent as a sentient sighs
Shadows shiver and cloak feral cries