These flowers cannot sing.
What does the winter bring?
The sun is slipping off,
The day is melting down,
The dawn with fibrile crown.

A lost world on the floor,
It"s ready to explore,
It has a seal, you see?
It has a seal of time,
The time with mournful chime.

A lifeless breath of death,
Black snow in the strath,
A moveless city sleeps.
The end of night is far,
Like darkness for a star.