Suffering, still feeling so alive It's just one wasted man in one wasted land Until the end of time inside the winter storm Inside the winter storm
Blushed the skies as they writhed But Heaven is never forever She came, a spent storm From the clouds... Leaving serpents in office Inside every gate
wedding Loving for the land now she's ripe for bedding Drinking for the land and the seed he's spreading (The villagers begin to dance. Martin stands aside, then Pierre drags
so far, and so alive, It's just one wasted man, in one wasted land, Until the end of time, Inside the winter storm. Inside the winter storm !