Winter White

Standing with my axe inside my hand
Feel the chill grin at my back
Gazing out into the frozen land
For the imminent attack
Snow begins to fall

Lost in the winter white again
Holding to my line
I will wait for the battle storm to begin
The axe on my side

Feel the charging shake beneath my feet
From the oncoming march
Stand my ground as many others leave
For my axe is battle scarred
I am on my own

Lost in the winter white again
Holding to my line
I will wait for the battle storm to begin
The axe on my side
Lost in the winter white again
Holding to my line
I will wait for the battle storm to begin
The axe on my side

Lost in the winter white again
Holding to my line
I will wait for the battle storm to begin
The axe on my side