The night rains sideways
Little darts sting my face
The wind leans like a falling wall
There is struggle to walk
But an ease to stand tall
The black sound rushes to rise
Catching shadows mad with a violence
The rain has set fire to everything
What does not rage,
Rests on the pavement
Or sleeps in the leaves like a distant city
There is struggle to hide now
But an ease to come alive
Come Alive, come alive...
All the layers and layers
Cannot shield from revival
Mad with the dancing storm
And all the layers and layers
Refuse to disguise
The birth of the Winter Child
Fire tall and body alive
The birth of the Winter Child...