first Time curses everything for all of mankind A better future nonsense exists in our minds Years will pass and suffering evolves through our lives None can stand the endless curse
Open wounds along my throat! Scars will never heal! My Broken heart will always bleed... Infected blood will never cure laying alone in my grave
You cried because you fell Laying down there, eyes up to the sky you didn't try to stand up The blood still pouring on your cheeks And it's spreading
pool of flesh surrounded by some hair. I wish I was a cowboy or maybe just a bird Singing simple melodies that no one ever heard Soaring with the winter
the permanent stain Not accidentally, i cursed god's good name I am still mortified yet believed in a way That when my days are done We'll be in the same plane With winters
Prologue: By the winter of 1350 It swept the land in an uncontrolled outburst Famine, cold and pestilential misery Surely this must be a divine damnation
and they filthy acts If not they was be forced to sent back But trouble come first, stale shit got worse Consumers of swine are now cursed The exile
cost, for his mistakes But never even really a sinner, its gonna be a long winter Its gonna be a long winter (x2) His frail body shudders as the winter
s feeling very old Fifteen months of time my man's been gone The second winter now is coming on And our fates could all be worse But sometimes I still must curse
There's no release Though I can feel its presence There's a sign to reveal Then after all I'm sure I'll keep on falling They send a sign When dead winter
hands Your bane's a tearful destiny Black clouds will carry Rain of blood I've seen it rain We were lost on grinding ice In fear and hunger Dead winter
silent grace She is reckless as a Mayday Gentle as a stone She's ready to go anywhere To carry me back home December fell deep in the bleak Winter
is time And as I fight for breath, I will not give up hope, no, And as the winter comes, and as the seasons change, Closer to death I draw, we face this curse
money money money money [DANCE BREAK] [EMCEE AND GIRLS (In Canon)] If you haven't any coal in the stove And you freeze in the winter And you curse
Oh God, deliver me from my enemies These women in green winter coats Working for a tip, don't paint your lips And don't bite, they're baiting you And
creation of this world See it all reduced to ash In the blink of a sunken eye I see one hundred winters pass My blessing, my curse Perpetually I'm damned
Of that hated sun burning the sky Slumped like a headless scarecrow Cold and limp against the wall Blood paints a pattern of rohrschach's design Thawing the winter
in a hurry, In March before school was out, Folks said that she was pregnant, "Just wait and you'll find out." It came about that winter, One gray November
