| Grin of Winter |
|---|
| The cold wind caresses my hand |
| Singing songs of wastelands |
| It keeps telling me |
| That my time has come |
| Hiding behind these walls |
| Watching my kingdom fall |
| Bearing a crown of war |
| Who am I now? |
| «Footsteps across these empty plains |
| Holds the hope of grace and newfound strength» |
| Hiding behind these walls |
| Watching my kingdom fall |
| Bearing a crown of war |
| Who am I now? |
