Lean through the withering cold
My arms are strong but my heart is old
There will be winters, my son
Love will freeze black and solid as stone
Squander your gentleness now
Make you enemies. Let wrath stand in their way
Brush their sorrows aside
Save your sacrifice. Leave them dying alone
Battered and blasted apart
Purposeless hate shackles your heart
Ride these unstoppable storms
I at your side, eyes open wide
Squander your gentleness now
Make you enemies. Let wrath stand in their way
Brush their sorrows aside
Save your sacrifice. Leave them dying alone