Frost on the door

Frost on the door,

no mark in the snow

Pine smoke curls where the cold winds go

Old strings speak from the dark below Keep your eyes down,

there are things you don't know

I walk where the black firs bend No trail behind,

no promised friend

Iron sky and a frozen fen

Hear that low drum count again

North wind,

lock the gate

Cold blood, seal the fate

Stone heart, carry the weight We come

back when the ravens wait

Your red thread

tied to the birch

Three small cuts

beneath the church I found your glove in the frozen earth And

knew the silence

had given birth

North wind,

lock the gate

Cold blood, seal the fate Stone heart,

carry the weight We come

back when the ravens wait

Frost on the door,

no mark in the snow

Old strings fade where the dark winds go