We stole the joy of the snow, the joy of the snow
And silence grew slow
We stole the joy of the snow, the joy of the snow
And silence grew slow
All the times
Things departed, days departed
Seven arms were marked in black
Stop before we need more
Stop before my eyes
Leave your guise
All the times
Rules imparted
Openly rejected
Oh we char
See through my eyes
Oh we talk too much
Intertwined
Mold in rising
We stole the joy of the snow, we stole the joy of the snow
And silence grew slow
We stole the joy of the snow, we stole the joy of the snow
And silence grew slow