The roses that grow in winter
are echoes of things to come
Like children who live of cinders
their whispers too soft for some
We waited so long at the border
with hope of another day
The needless would bring us their blessing
with power to lead us astray
The roses that grow in winter
have thorns made of fire and ice
The ground that i walk on is cracking
It's built upon murderous lies
You challenge a goddess for power
you wander a dangerous road
The burden is linked to your birthright
You'll pay every debt that she's owed
The roses that grow in winter
are twisted and hardy like steel
The snowfall will cover their petals
but never they'll bend for your heel