When the moon is full
she spreads her black wings
and holds me into her arms.
Her ice cold fingers
embrace my back
as I fall asleep again.
In her arms.

The moon gazes down upon us.
Before the ball of light catches us we´ll be gone.

On my right the Northern light burns bright
It makes me feel so alive.
Frozen trees and icy lakes
this has become my home again.

I wrap my arms around her scaly throat and hold on tight.
The cold winter air stings my lungs
as we go higher and higher into the bed of clouds.

I am the Winter´s Son