Wrapped in biting wind Hearts will never bleed Frozen and banished Out of grief In their restless dreams They try so hard to breathe Pulses flutter and sting Within this bleakness (Ah, ah) Pain will come with the blade Pain will wake up the despondent crowd in this dormant world somehow Unsheathe a sword not to kill Unsheathe a sword to rend those clouds above the ground Wake up, it's time to gather now The only warmth remains In hands clasped so tight The only fire exists In brave hearts Seasons that refuse To change over the years Will find their way back Back on track (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) Pain will come with the blade Pain will wake up the despondent crowd in this dormant world somehow Unsheathe a sword not to kill Unsheathe a sword to rend those clouds above the ground Wake up, it's time to gather now