More promising than Spring the gentle song you sing Harsher than Summer's sun your call to end the fun the comforts felt in Fall the grave consumes them all For all my arms were worth, I fought this frozen earth to lay another down; The cold I feel no more no longer am I sore nor fear a master's frown. And Winter is your like, for when you will, you strike and end the hopes of man. I've done all that I can for here my time must cease. The Winter brings release.
Winter’s Release
Tale Told 