1. SEASONAL WARFARE

Many a cold night round the warming hearth
Stories have been told of how seasons shift
Of two fighting kings which saddened the heart
Of a boy who would seek their curse to lift

He will fight to turn wrong into right
Too young yet to understand that

The great wheel turns, seasons wax and wane
Kings' tears will fall, like snow and rain
In the spring of his life, a young boy still unshaped
The hard way he'll learn, some things can't be escaped

Under the harsh sun fumes the king of cold
Plotting to enforce his coming return
The Fey King who lets the sun shine so bold
He shall feel his wrath, in deep frost he'll burn

He will fight to turn wrong into right
'Cause he does not understand that

The great wheel turns, seasons wax and wane
Heavy tears will fall, make snow from rain
Both will fight 'til the end, for sins that they both see
The hard way they'll learn, what will be, will be

The great wheel turns, seasons wax and wane
Heavy tears will fall, make snow from rain
Both will fight 'til the end, 'cause none of them can see
Things all have to learn, what will be, will be


2. A SUMMER BREEZE

Sun, soften the soil aid seedlings to grow
Stream, brake loose from your frozen state, flow free

Over forests and meadows, I run

Wind, rouse those tired leaves, carry their grain
Beast, find a mate let the seed meet the egg

In forests and meadows, I sing

I'm in the pain I'm in the joy of all new life
The very essence of all things alive and rife
I swirl around with the dance of the gentle breeze
And playfully hide behind every shrub and all trees

A young man so majestic crowned by all things he sets abloom
His kingdom is his playground, all set upon winter's tomb

And those who listens might hear me out there in the wild
And those who listens might hear him out there in the wild

I'm in the pain I'm in the joy of all new life
The very essence of all things alive and rife
I swirl around with the dance of the gentle breeze
And playfully hide behind every shrub and all trees

On horizon's brink there's a threat to my throne
A hatred I sense, its source yet unknown
Powers that seek for my beloved flower's wilt
To cover my world in an icy quilt
Sorrow of the sun, all its warming light's bane
It seeks but won't find as long as I remain

I'm in the pain I'm in the joy of all new life
The very essence of all things alive and rife
I swirl around with the dance of the gentle breeze
And playfully hide behind every shrub and all trees


3. LORD OF THE BLIZZARDS

In the woods and fields of grain
That once where my domain
The summer burns in vain
Me, who seek the warm light’s bane

Sleepless nights shall be long gone
Heat will wane when fate is spun
The rays from higher burns my skin
Steals my slumber and my kin

In incandescence we’re defiled
The beasts of spring are roaming wild
Malefic

I‘m the smith of winter, the sorrow of the sun
To get my retribution, I know what should be done
I will haunt the Fey king, a touch of frost I shall bring
With it I shall forge me, a weapon that has
Seen no equal in these lands
(in thundersong, the steel he smites, the forging heard, throughout the night)

The rays of seasons past
Are destined not to last
When dark clouds carve the skies,
The scorching subsides

Boreal gales shall reign
My ice and snow will rule the plains
Before the gaze of my bleak eyes,
Flames shall wane and die

I am the chilling veins, the cure for the blight
The lord of the blizzards in my forest of white
The Fey King fears the steel blessed by the gods of old
Strike his realm with steady hand, a wind of searing cold
(The frigid gales, upon this land, strike his realm with steady hand)

I will send the snowflakes dancing in the skies
The frost of eons gather, with conviction in my mind
The bells of fate are ringing, cursed be the Fey king
Wrath will be my guidance, and the old gods shall recognize my claim to vengeance


4. PROCESSION OF THE KINGS

Nightfall, as the king led his great army ahead
So small, was the hope to make it without bloodshed

But stars fought off the dark of the rising night
Like the little boy fought off any fear
He felt as he ran to try to once more make the kings join hands

The cool breeze of summer dancing round them like weeping flowing in the woods so dim
Holding memories of fallen ones at the Frost King's hands

Words of from where their conflict did stem spoken by this wee human seraphim
Echoed in the Fey King's mind as he gazed out on his lands
For once he did not know what to believe

Coming, near the place where they would meet with their foe
The humming, of the woods died down with much worried woe

Doubts faded away within that lush grove
When he gazed upon the fear in the eyes
Of his people that the thought he had failed to protect

The soft chill of autumn lurking 'round them
Like wailing surrounding the woods so dim
Holding memories of fallen ones at the Fey King's hands

Knowing that this would bring war's mayhem
Tears came from the wee human seraphim

Holding on to dreams that both kings would all share the woodlands
He wiped them off and followed on their way

The cool breeze of summer dancing round them like weeping flowing in the woods so dim
Holding memories of fallen ones at the Frost King's hands

The soft chill of autumn lurking 'round them
Like wailing surrounding the woods so dim
Holding memories of fallen ones at the Fey King's hands
Surrounding the procession of the kings

The soft chill of autumn lurking 'round them
Like wailing surrounding the woods so dim
Holding memories of fallen ones at the Fey King's hands
Surrounding the procession of the kings