Winter and all its coldness
Seems so surreal and most alive
Like a painting unfinished
Blank white spots to fill
Like a world fading
All colors melt away
But the smell of it is assuring
The smell of the snow
The smell of the coldness
Of the smoke pluming out of chimneys
I can't help but to take this time
To worship the Gods and Goddesses of the North
For this unmistakable beauty
That this forever dawn bares
And this sent of winter
Far beyond compare
Seems so surreal and most alive
Like a painting unfinished
Blank white spots to fill
Like a world fading
All colors melt away
But the smell of it is assuring
The smell of the snow
The smell of the coldness
Of the smoke pluming out of chimneys
I can't help but to take this time
To worship the Gods and Goddesses of the North
For this unmistakable beauty
That this forever dawn bares
And this sent of winter
Far beyond compare