The trade's on
She drains emotion
To drink from her breast of fortune
Dreams have frozen crystal in the morning
Birth time rose;
A thorn for coronation
All arise from your rest
We will find enough there to feed you
Soon you'll belong to the blest
Spare us your lives while we need you
Chorus:
Loud is the music
the crowd is bringing
Out of my head
as the winter marches on
Loud is the music
the sky is ringing
Out of my head
as the winter marches on (x2)
And on
Winter marches on...