Heartbeat
All you weary and weak,
could you bear to hear,
one last goodbye song,
shed upon frozen tears
sweetly like falling like diamonds,
softly into snow,
as silent, still
into the night we go.
Feel life once more
on soon cold hands,
in your few last steps
through this barren land.
Take up your crown
one last bittersweet time,
and so as a king made for winter,
you are mine.
For so long you've been kept,
from your age-worn thrown,
but now as a raven,
as away it has flown,
you will come foward
to take my hand
and fly also away
from this barren land.
So now my king
of winter will fly
up and away,
down into the sky.
Take up the crown,
one last bittersweet time,
and so as a king
made for winter you'll die.