The searing heat is fading    The fire that burned my skin    My blistered flesh is cooling    With the dying rays of Sun    Dying Sun       The howling winds bring comfort to my weary soul    And I close my eyes and welcome home    The Cold       The dawn of the season of death    Brings a grin to my parched lips    And now the very best of all    Nightfall       The moon in all its brilliance    Shimmers through the chrystalled sky    To illuminate this winter’s night    And smiles as nature dies    Nature dies       I hear the silence as it permeates the dark    Like a mournful funeral dirge that’s nightly performed    I’m reborn       The dawn of the season of death    Brings a grin to my parched lips    And now the very best of all    Nightfall       If eternity were made of this cold winter wind    And if home is where I lie, forever here I remain      If eternity were made of this cold winter wind    And if it’s here I die, I’ll die satisfied…I’ll die satisfied