Artist: Irish Whip
Song: Winter Came
Album: Black-Winged Angel

It was late November, it was getting cold
The Winter was acoming, so it had been told
It was getting darker and darker everyday
Taking the goods, for no one is to stay

From the trees the leaps were falling to the ground
Looking for some food, nowhere to be found
And for all the living there was only death
And when the Spring came there was nothing left

This is just a tale, it all ended well
Nobody knows how, but that's what the story tells